His entire life, he hadn’t cared if he’d upset someone or made them angry. No one had mattered. He’d found a place inside himself where he was safe, where no one could get to him. But she could – she had.
Freeman flicked him a quick glance. It was one of those looks that seemed to burn a hole right through him. Barry shivered, not liking those eyes on him. They were intelligent, focused – almost too focused. They didn’t blink, and it felt like death looking at him.
The words, sliding into his mind, were vibrant with her emotions. Dripping with sensitivity. Weeping with her reaction. Intimate beyond measure. Because she murmured forgiveness into his mind, she gave more of herself away to him.
The enhancements made them predators any way you looked at it. Hunters. They were good at their jobs. They looked like soldiers. Doctors. Officers. But they were much more than that and anyone in close confines with them felt the difference sooner rather than later.
We all signed up for a one-way ticket when we joined GhostWalkers. It’s just my turn.
I’m not trying to push you away. I’m trying to save your life. I want you to live. You’re extraordinary. The world needs you.
She had captured his heart and he didn’t ever want it back.
When I love, Francesca, it’s with everything in me. I’m loyal and I’m a fighter, which means I’ll fight with my last breath to make certain my woman is happy. I expect those in my life to be the same way.
You’re a miracle, woman.” Draden meant it.
Shylah was like Nonny. She would stand with her man, carving out a home and fighting by his side when necessary in the worst of circumstances.
Stay with me, Ashe,” he whispered enticingly. “Take a chance on me.
I’m letting myself fall for you. All the way. I want that. You’re definitely the kind of man I want.
No one will ever need you more than I do, Ashe. And no man will ever work harder to make certain you’re happy. I can promise those two things.
I’m not rejecting you. Just the opposite. You mean something huge to me. Huge. I can’t think about much of anything else but keeping you alive.
It wasn’t about a women’s weight, it was about who they were, if that brightness shone through their eyes and skin and hair. Ricco found beauty in art. Women were a form of art. All shapes and sizes. All body types.
That won’t be necessary. They aren’t living with us. They can get their own damn homes. If they want to hang around, they can sit out on the roof and play with their guns.
The cell wanted to overthrow the government and to do that, they were hurting their own people. Draden had never seen the logic in that, how could they convince themselves that what they were doing was justified because they believed in the endgame.
She found him very hard to resist, and if she was truthful with herself, she wasn’t trying that much.
Violence, once committed, lingered behind and subtly worked on those sensitive to its ugliness.
Victor watched them working together flawlessly, something his brothers had done from the time most of them were young. That ability to seamlessly blend their talents had allowed them to survive the insanity they’d grown up in. The gifts each of them had always astonished him.