If sex were food, Rhage would have been morbidly obese.
From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now." And he was, with a smile.
Nothing bubbled up from the depths. For once, the present was so alive and captivating that the past was not even an echo or a shadow-she was, in this moment, wiped clean.
God, I miss you," he said in a voice that cracked. "Every night. Every day.
And love … love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too.
United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.