He was either right or wrong. Worrying didn’t make it any better. She let herself drift off with the scent of him in her lungs, with the knowledge that she was loved in her head and heart.
She laughed easily, that was one of the things he remembered most. Her laughter. The sound of it. The way she turned everything bad into something good.
You know me, gattina, you’re just conditioned to think you can’t trust anyone. He did that to you. Don’t let him interfere with us. You have the right to live your life, Grace.
He radiated calm, his energy peaceful, surrounding her in a cocoon of tranquility. He made her feel safe, wrapped up in their world together, even though she knew neither of them was.
He could do that. Make her forget, even if it was just for a few seconds. She couldn’t stop the slow nod of assent. Relief swept through her and she put her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. She didn’t have to think anymore.
It had been hard to tell him. Very hard. She’d learned not to trust anyone, but more importantly, she knew not to get close to anyone.
Her soft laughter slid into his mind. It wasn’t laughter at him, rather an invitation to join in, to laugh at the two of them in this impossible predicament they found themselves in.
You aren’t alone. You aren’t one anymore. It’s the two of us. Together. We do this together. That was the plan. That was your promise and I count on you.
It wasn’t like he could name one single thing about them that made them stand out in his mind. They just gave off a dangerous vibe. Being with them really did feel as if he were inside a tiger’s cage, surrounded by the big cats.
His entire life, he hadn’t cared if he’d upset someone or made them angry. No one had mattered. He’d found a place inside himself where he was safe, where no one could get to him. But she could – she had.
Freeman flicked him a quick glance. It was one of those looks that seemed to burn a hole right through him. Barry shivered, not liking those eyes on him. They were intelligent, focused – almost too focused. They didn’t blink, and it felt like death looking at him.
The words, sliding into his mind, were vibrant with her emotions. Dripping with sensitivity. Weeping with her reaction. Intimate beyond measure. Because she murmured forgiveness into his mind, she gave more of herself away to him.
The enhancements made them predators any way you looked at it. Hunters. They were good at their jobs. They looked like soldiers. Doctors. Officers. But they were much more than that and anyone in close confines with them felt the difference sooner rather than later.
We all signed up for a one-way ticket when we joined GhostWalkers. It’s just my turn.
I’m not trying to push you away. I’m trying to save your life. I want you to live. You’re extraordinary. The world needs you.
She had captured his heart and he didn’t ever want it back.
You’re a miracle, woman.” Draden meant it.
Shylah was like Nonny. She would stand with her man, carving out a home and fighting by his side when necessary in the worst of circumstances.
I’m letting myself fall for you. All the way. I want that. You’re definitely the kind of man I want.
I’m not rejecting you. Just the opposite. You mean something huge to me. Huge. I can’t think about much of anything else but keeping you alive.