Hello, Doctor. It's your man.

Qhuinn looked at each of the hoods again. How ironic, he thought. Nearly two years ago, an Honor Guard of black robes had been sent to him to make sure he knew his family didn't want him. And now, here these males were, come to draw him into a different kind of fold-- that was every bit as strong as that of blood.

My twin's not broken. He's ruined. Do you understand the difference? With broken maybe you can fix him. Ruined? All you can do is wait to bury him.

I miss you.…” He stroked the indentation of the gown where her waist would have been—should have been. “I miss you so much.

You are the male I might have been. You are the potential I had and lost. You are the honor and the strength and the kindness she needs. You'll take care of her. I want you to take care of her.

Mary frowned. A vampire doctor. Talk about exploring your alternative therapies.

That's the problem with white horses. You have to pay for them yourself or you'll always be using someone else's reins.