They had tied their lives together in a way that meant she would never be alone. They belonged together, to each other, and had a bond for all the world to know.
It was wondrous. Almost unbelievable. Like champagne bubbles, but in her soul. She felt effervescent. And so in love.
If I’m going to die a really ugly death, it’s nice to like the person you’re going to share that with.
And you attacked them with that saucepot. Seriously, csecsemo, I wouldn’t try that again. I can see you are determined to learn to fight these creatures, and I am trying my best to look at all the reasons why it is a good idea that you do learn, but saucepots are out.
Women, real women do not have to prove anything to men. We already know we’re the superior gender.
He needed to crawl inside of her, share her skin, bury himself deep so she could pour the sun over him and steer him away from the shadows always clawing pieces out of him.
He wasn’t like some of his fellow GhostWalkers, who seemed to walk into a room and have half the female population enthralled – and that had nothing to do with their enhancements and everything to do with their good looks, charisma, or both, none of which he had.
Justice is served, ” he said softly, and stepped into a long shadow.
He stayed right where he was, planted against the door, afraid to move. He’d walked into a room filled with enemies, never flinching, and would do it over and over, but this woman held the power to ruin him.
I’m trying to decide if I’m having hallucinations and you’re really an angel – or witch. Either one, I can’t tell yet.
I have to plan things. That’s my personality. If I don’t have a plan, I get overwhelmed.
Once he was set on a task, once he made up his mind, he was relentless.
She could be soft and sensitive. He’d provide the armor for her.
His body recognized her. Knew her. Needed her. Every cell. He’d never been so acutely focused on another human being.
He’d searched the world over for his lifemate, the woman holding the other half of his soul, the light to his darkness. She didn’t exist. It was that simple. She didn’t exist.
Are you certain she’s the one?” Emme whispered. “Do you just know it, Vittorio?” In your soul, where you live, do you just know?
He’d loved that she’d fought back, that she was no pushover. That wasn’t wanted in a woman, but maybe it was just what he needed.
Lorraine. Sivamet. Breathe with me. Turn around.” There was a command in his voice. Steel. One didn’t dare disobey.
He was such a mixture, tough as nails and lethal, but with her, unfailingly a gentleman, tender and sweet, looking out for her so carefully.
Staying strong for our people. Staying strong to keep the demon inside. Staying strong for her. Only her.