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.
We clearly were on the same team. You killed over a dozen of the bastards and I wasn’t about to reward you by killing you. They deserved it.
Her wild imagination immediately interpreted his statement as him claiming her, making her his, letting her know no matter what, he would stand for her.
Just like the movements in a symphony, the rain sent vibrations through his body, painting the world in a physical map of mountains, valleys and high peaks dropping into deep ravines. The physical structures were all created by sound itself, and the colors were intense and vivid – substance created by sound, by feeling.
She felt Stefano’s body sitting next to her, yet he seemed to take up the room, surrounding her, in front of her, at her back. He was everywhere. Dangerous. Determined. Giving her a feeling of security. How he managed that she didn’t know.
She loved to see that smile, the way it transformed his face from rugged, dangerous, very masculine beauty to something much softer and approachable.
You’re safe with me, Blythe,” he whispered. “I swear to you, I’m only yours. For good or bad, I’m with you.
You. Your soul. What’s inside you. You shine from the inside out. Your so bright, Blythe. I get close to you and the darkness just recedes. The world I live in slips further away, and I can see there’s hope. You’re that hope. Not just for me but for all of us.