Indeed, Xcor stayed away for the wrong reason, the bad reason, an unacceptable reasonโin spite of all his training, he found himself choosing Throeโs life over ambition: His anger had taken him in one direction, but his regret had led him in another. And the latter one was what won out.
J.R. WardYou're the reason I get out of bed every night. And you're the reason I can't wait to come home every dawn. Not the war. Not the Brothers. Not even Butch. It's...you.
J.R. WardHe was the first to reach the aircraft, and he went for the door that by some miracle was facing outward and not into the concrete wall. Wrenching the thing open, and getting out his flashlight, he didnโt know what to expect insideโsmoke? Fumes? Blood and body parts? Zsadist was sitting rigid in a backward-facing seat, his big body strapped in, both hands locked on the armrests. The Brother was staring straight ahead and not blinking. โHave we stopped moving?โ he said hoarsely
J.R. WardYou have cable?โ He nodded toward her TV. She tossed him the clicker. โSure do. And if I remember, thereโs a Godzilla marathon on TBS tonight.โ โSweet,โ the vampire said, kicking his legs out. โI always root for the monster.โ She smiled at him. โMe, too.
J.R. Ward