It...is for me?" "Aye. So what say you, lover mine.

Praying's not going to help. Too late for that, Jane...I gave you a chance to have it on your terms. Now we'll do this on mine

I'm going to love you so good and so long you're gonna be convinced no earthly thing could have brought us together

You know, Qhuinn's an interesting character." Saxton reached out with an elegant hand and picked up his port. "He's one of my favorite cousins, actually. His nonconformity is admirable and he's survived things that would crush a lesser male. Don't know that being in love with him would be easy, however." Blay didn't go near that one. "So do you come here often?" Saxton laughed, his pale eyes glinting, "Not for discussion, huh.

Turned out Qhuinn was a snuggler. Who knew—and how fabulous.

And for all he had learned to bandage himself up on the outside, the wound remained just as bad and deep as the moment it had been made - when it became obvious that the one male he wanted above all others was never, ever going to be with him.

Among the problems with shame was that it in fact did not make you shorter or quieter or less visible. You just felt like you were.