Adrian met my eyes for a long moment, saying nothing aloud yet somehow conveying a million messages.
I’m not a violent person, Sydney. Not at all. I’ll make love over war any day. But I swear, if they’d hurt you –.
Sydney and I love each other. That’s all that matters.
I like you being the sinner you are.
Rose finally found her voice and turned on Dimitri. “Really? This guy? Are you sure?“ I shared her disbelief.
I also knew every stolen moment we had together put her at a terrible risk to face the Alchemists’ wrath.
Oh, the usual. Just some idiots jealous of me being married to the hottest human around.
I’ve found most people harbor dreams of a more exciting vocation. The one that’s too crazy to ever actually do. The one that’s too hard, too much work, or just too ‘out there.’ The gas station attendant who dreams of being a rock star. The accountant who wishes she’d taken art history classes instead of statistics. People put their dreams off, either because they think it’s impossible, or because they’ll do it ’someday.
You said it yourself: you escaped with me to feel the world again. Its beauty.
The old Dimitri would want you to live. If you really loved him, then you have to go on.
Sometimes frivolity isn’t a bad thing.
Gold and orange hues suggested it was nearing sunset. “Beautiful,” I murmured. “I agree,” Adrian said, and I saw his eyes were on me.
How could someone so irreverent create something so beautiful?
You’re too strong, too opinionated, to just let yourself go with the first offer. You deserve more. You deserve to have them lined up in front of you.
Really?” I asked. “Misty Steele?” Marcus shrugged. “It was Adrian’s suggestion.” “It’s badass,” insisted Adrian.
He pressed his cheek to my forehead. “I don’t know,” he said. “I think you’re my strength.
For someone who’d spent most of his adult life fearful of getting girls pregnant, I thought my unexpected paternal trial was turning out reasonably well.
Instead, he caught hold of my hands and leaned toward me. “You,” he said breathlessly. “Are amazing. Absolutely, positively, exquisitely amazing.” And then he kissed me.
Love, in my experience,” began Clarence, “generally is a series of zany hijinks.
She simply stared at me, her dark gaze practically piercing my soul. A tangle of emotions tightened in my chest.