The woman was sexy, lethal and very confident. The sound of her laughter was enticing. Intriguing. It played along his nerve endings and sent an electrical current running through his bloodstream. He was on the verge of death and he’d never felt more alive.
Since no one’s ever fallen in love with me, I think now’s a good time. I can go out knowing someone thought I was worth that.
They had tied their lives together in a way that meant she would never be alone. They belonged together, to each other, and had a bond for all the world to know.
It was wondrous. Almost unbelievable. Like champagne bubbles, but in her soul. She felt effervescent. And so in love.
If I’m going to die a really ugly death, it’s nice to like the person you’re going to share that with.
He wasn’t like some of his fellow GhostWalkers, who seemed to walk into a room and have half the female population enthralled – and that had nothing to do with their enhancements and everything to do with their good looks, charisma, or both, none of which he had.
Justice is served, ” he said softly, and stepped into a long shadow.
He stayed right where he was, planted against the door, afraid to move. He’d walked into a room filled with enemies, never flinching, and would do it over and over, but this woman held the power to ruin him.
I’m trying to decide if I’m having hallucinations and you’re really an angel – or witch. Either one, I can’t tell yet.
Once he was set on a task, once he made up his mind, he was relentless.
She could be soft and sensitive. He’d provide the armor for her.
His body recognized her. Knew her. Needed her. Every cell. He’d never been so acutely focused on another human being.
Are you certain she’s the one?” Emme whispered. “Do you just know it, Vittorio?” In your soul, where you live, do you just know?
He’d loved that she’d fought back, that she was no pushover. That wasn’t wanted in a woman, but maybe it was just what he needed.
He was such a mixture, tough as nails and lethal, but with her, unfailingly a gentleman, tender and sweet, looking out for her so carefully.
We clearly were on the same team. You killed over a dozen of the bastards and I wasn’t about to reward you by killing you. They deserved it.
Her wild imagination immediately interpreted his statement as him claiming her, making her his, letting her know no matter what, he would stand for her.
She felt Stefano’s body sitting next to her, yet he seemed to take up the room, surrounding her, in front of her, at her back. He was everywhere. Dangerous. Determined. Giving her a feeling of security. How he managed that she didn’t know.
She loved to see that smile, the way it transformed his face from rugged, dangerous, very masculine beauty to something much softer and approachable.
She wasn’t asking his permission either. He wasn’t in charge. She’d made that clear more than once. Shylah was an independent thinker, was used to working alone.