I don’t want to lose my memories. Don’t make me forget. I would rather die as Elena, than live as a shadow.
Judd figured he must have done something right along the way. How else could a rebel arrow have earned the right to call this amazing woman his own? Even if it was a mistake, too damn bad. He was never giving her up.
Voles-tu, mon petit papillon.” Illium laughed at Galen’s instruction to “fly, little butterfly.
If he was going to be held hostage to this unwanted compulsion, then she was damn well coming along for the ride.
He hugged her again, before she could put some distance between them. Then the most sneaky wolf in the den lowered his voice and whispered, “But you’ve got an advantage, sweetheart. You’re already in his head. And you know how to mess with it.
The impact hit her like a physical blow. He was... “Beautiful.” Eyes of such pure undiluted blue it was as if some heavenly artist had crushed sapphires into his paints and then colored in the irises with the finest of brushes.
I need you,” he said to her, this woman who’d fought for her own right to live her life free of limits, “to build me some remote detonation devices.” Amazing brown eyes shot with blue peering into his as she pressed her nose to his. “You always say the most romantic things.
This man, he could make her his slave, her body his command. -Sahara.
Elena scowled -the day she let Dmitri give her orders was the day ice-skating became a regular activity in hell.
Soy un gato. Las cosas suaves y sedosas me hacen ronronear.
Surely,” he said, “you don’t doubt Samuel Rain’s genius. Are you a monkey?
I have to fill the bathtub with water.
Live your life, Sahara. Live it as big and with as much color as you can stand to bear. Don’t let anyone or anything – the family, Silence, the wight of your ability, even my need to keep you close – confine you again.
We all have to live with our past, but it doesn’t have to define us.
Face falling, her sister pushed a crumb around her plate. ‘I feel dumb now. I shouldn’t have called you – I know you must be sad and busy because of the Falling.’ She squashed the crumb, staring at it as if it were the most important thing on the planet.
Sometimes, the scars are what make us who we are.
He let her nipple slide out of his mouth. She pulled him back, but he was more interested in running his gaze over the sheen of wetness on her breast, wetness he had caused. A surge of possessiveness gripped him by the throat. Yes, she was most definitely his...
A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.
But you, you’ve always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.
A faint smile that made every tiny hair on her body rise in quivering attention. “How fast can you run?” A wolf’s question.