She was nothing. She’d thought he was her world, and all the while, he’d been plotting to take down her family’s club. She’d loved him. He’d used her and then thrown her away, shattering every dream, every hope she’d ever had.
He’d been the one to end things, and it had been ugly. Really ugly. Deliberately ugly. He’d said things to drive her away – and she’d gone. She’d managed to take pieces of him with her. She’d stolen those pieces from him, and he’d known when she’d left, he wasn’t going to get them back.
He’d been angry. He’d been afraid for her. He’d been shocked that just by being with her, he’d become everything he most despised in the world – a predator.
There was something about those cold, cold eyes that set off sparks in her. Not just sparks. A timber fire. He found something deep inside her that had never been touched before and it ignited just for him.
It won’t work that way. You know me, Bree. You ‘know’ me. I might have misled things at the club. But I gave you the real man. I don’t back away from a fight and I win.
Ania. If he took her and kept her, she would give them both peace. God knew he needed peace.
Steele knew Breezy wasn’t going to be won over easily, but as far as he was concerned, there was no other choice. He ‘had’ to win her over for his own self-preservation.
I don’t mind you in my head. I refuse to be embarrassed for thinking the truth. You have to know how good-looking you are. Fortunately for you, you seem to have brains and humor to go with your looks.
He was beginning to fall for her hard. It had nothing to do with her looks, and everything to do with her intellect and brightness.
He was either right or wrong. Worrying didn’t make it any better. She let herself drift off with the scent of him in her lungs, with the knowledge that she was loved in her head and heart.
Dimitri Tirunul was her unexpected miracle. A man beyond any she’d ever dreamt of. She was human. He was Carpathian – nearly immortal. She was nineteen years old. He was an ancient, centuries old. She held the other half of his soul, the light to his darkness. Without her, he would not survive. She was his lifemate – his savior. Yet she knew just the opposite was true – Dimitri was the one saving her.
She laughed easily, that was one of the things he remembered most. Her laughter. The sound of it. The way she turned everything bad into something good.
You know me, gattina, you’re just conditioned to think you can’t trust anyone. He did that to you. Don’t let him interfere with us. You have the right to live your life, Grace.
He radiated calm, his energy peaceful, surrounding her in a cocoon of tranquility. He made her feel safe, wrapped up in their world together, even though she knew neither of them was.
He could do that. Make her forget, even if it was just for a few seconds. She couldn’t stop the slow nod of assent. Relief swept through her and she put her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. She didn’t have to think anymore.
It had been hard to tell him. Very hard. She’d learned not to trust anyone, but more importantly, she knew not to get close to anyone.
Fen couldn’t help himself. “I’m going to kiss you again. If you need a reason this time, it won’t sound reasonable, but I can’t help myself.
Her soft laughter slid into his mind. It wasn’t laughter at him, rather an invitation to join in, to laugh at the two of them in this impossible predicament they found themselves in.
You aren’t alone. You aren’t one anymore. It’s the two of us. Together. We do this together. That was the plan. That was your promise and I count on you.
It wasn’t like he could name one single thing about them that made them stand out in his mind. They just gave off a dangerous vibe. Being with them really did feel as if he were inside a tiger’s cage, surrounded by the big cats.