He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless.

Does that mean you agree?" He groaned. "I think it means you crushed my spirit and beat me down." "Fantastic.

Of course, the guests were also staring because they know of my relationship with Camille, and are wondering what we might be doing here in the library... alone." He wiggled his eyebrows at Tessa.

He kissed each finger, and with each one of them spoken a word. Five kisses, five words. His last.

Unrequited love is a ridiculous state, and it makes those in it behave ridiculously.

It is easier to confront a threat as a mass, a group, not individuals who must be evaluated one by one.

You think she’ll be able to talk sense into him?” she asked. “His sister?” "If he listens to anyone, it would be her.” “That’s sweet,” said Maia. “That he loves his sister like that.” “Yeah,” Simon said. “It’s precious