He was desperate for her to see inside, to look past all the layers of darkness and find that part of him she’d touched. The part that needed her to save him.
God. He was beautiful. A beautiful, troubled man forged by the fires of hell, ravaged by monsters.
He kissed her with everything he was. Man. Beast. Killer. Biker. Hers. Every cell in his body belonged to her.
You know, my love, you are not responsible for my happiness, or even my health. I’ve had a choice every step of the way, from our very first meeting. I chose you. Clearly, in my heart and in my head, I chose you. If I had it to do all over again, even knowing what I would have to go through, I would choose you without hesitation.
I told myself one night would be enough and I’d walk. Maybe I could have then, but I was fooling myself. I’m halfway in love with you and you’re pulling me in deeper.
The true power lies with you.
Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to meditate when you’re murdering someone.
There was a moment of silence. Something velvety brushed along the walls of his mind. A caress. The beauty of it was in such stark contrast to the ugliness of the torment he suffered. He felt her there with him.
There it was, that note that told him in a minute the balance of power would shift from him to her, although, truthfully, she always had it. She just didnt know it.
One of us needs to know how to talk. I’m good with a gun, I think you should take up talking.
Draden drank in his surroundings with both appreciation and sorrow. The beautiful path led to a village that should have been thriving. Instead, it was now a path to certain death.
She’d learned to live in the present a long time ago, to enjoy every moment she had. Time was a luxury, something she knew she could run out of very quickly, so she made sure each minute counted for something.
Baby you’re reading the situation completely wrong. I know you don’t need saving. I do. I need you to save me.
Or maybe it was survival mode they both lived in, and they didn’t dare allow anyone else in because if they were ripped apart a second time there would be no fixing either of them.
If you think I’ll let you go into that hornet’s nest you’ve got another think coming. He’s my son. I’ll be the one going to get him.
I would never hurt you. Shifters mate for life. For LIFE. I recognized you the moment I saw you. I knew we belonged. I knew I was born to protect you. To make you happy. To love you, Sonia, like no one in this world has ever been loved.
He was the kind of man who could kiss a woman, laying his heart at her feet, and then go torture and kill an enemy to ensure those he loved survived another day.
It was dangerous to go back, at least for him, to even think of those days when he was too young and had no way to save the dying. He could only whisper to them, tell them not to be afraid, and that someday, he would avenge them.
You’re strong. Give him time to show you. I promise you Anya, you won’t ever regret it.
You may be ready to give up on us, but I am not quite there yet.