What she wanted was a true heart to love her, to run wild with her through the forest.
We don’t let them decide who we get to be. We’ll carve our own paths.
You really want to say you’re dating the Umbra Mortis?
The male blinked. His eyes were the same shade of violet blue as Ruhn’s.
Hel’s armies shall strike at your command, Bryce Quinlan.
You’re a power player now, Bryce, wether you like it or not.
Message me when you’re home safe. Bryce began typing. The answer it had taken her two years, nearly to the day, to write. I’m home.
Snacks?” Fury said, but opened one of the rear doors. “You know,” Bryce drawled, “garbage food that provides zero nutrition for our bodies, but lots of nutrition for our souls.
I know the perfect thing to shove in that trap of yours to shut you up.” Bryce winked saucily. “Careful. I use teeth.
If my powers only work if my big, tough male helps me out – ” “It can’t be romantic?” Hunt demanded. Bryce huffed. “I’m an independent female.
Let someone in, give them the power to hurt you, and they’d do exactly that, in the end. She couldn’t do it. Endure it.
To destroy monsters, we become monsters.
I wrecked one building –.
He lifted his gaze to her, stars in his eyes. Actual stars.
His growls of pleasure filled the tent, drowning out the cries of the injured and crying.
For hours, Manon knelt on the battlefield, Abraxos at her side. As if she might stay with them, her Thirteen, for a little while longer.
You remind me of the wind.” He tried to explain. “Powerful and able to cool or freeze with half a thought, shaping the world itself though no one can see you. Only your impact on things.” He added, “It seems lonely, now that I’m saying it.
I want to know what Danika was up to. I feel like she was always two steps – more like ten steps – ahead. I want to know the full scope of it.
Ruhn looked at his sister and said softly, “You brought so much joy into my life, Bryce.
You mean before she traded her soul to save yours, as you did with your own.