I suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook." "See? I'm so not Prince Charming.
J.R. WardWith that, he looked over his shoulder. Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. "Oh... my God," he whispered.
J.R. WardPhury?" "No, I'm not gay." "Don't feel like you need to hide it or anything." "I wouldn't. I'm just not." "You bi, then?
J.R. WardSo will you meet me?โ โYeah. Sure. Where.โ โMontragโs safe house in Connecticut. If you were the one who killed him, you know the address.
J.R. WardHe screamed for all he had lost...screamed for the half male he was...screamed for Jane...screamed for who his parents were and what he wished for his sister...screamed for what he had forced his best friend to do...He screamed, and screamed until there was no breath, no consciousness, no nothing. No past or present. Not even himself anymore. And in the midst of the chaos, in the strangest way, he became free.
J.R. Ward