I cared about us. But the cold hard truth was, nothing I said or did could realign the stars.
Becca FitzpatrickHe felt warm and familiar. He felt solid and safe. I wanted to cling to his shirt, bury my face into the warm curve of his neck, and never let go.
Becca FitzpatrickThe Archangel." I murmured. looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. "It means high-ranking angel." There was a definite smugness to his voice. "The higher up, the harder the fall.
Becca FitzpatrickI couldn't stand here, hanging on, when the very thing I held disappeared more with each passing day.
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