The smile he gave her was wistful, just a little lift to his mouth. "You are a fighter." ""Yes. Always. And sometimes I'm a whole army.

Don't be an asshole," the guy snapped as he cracked a freshie. "Oh, right, because two in this group would be overkill.

Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge

Sometimes the only way to know how far you'd come was to return to where you once had been.

Tell you what, you let me go, and I’ll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I’m slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.

And speaking of on board, she'd moved into John's room properly. In his closet, her leathers and her muscles shirts were hanging next to his, and their shitkickers were lined up together, and all her knives and her guns and her little toys were now locked up in his fire proof cabinet. Their ammo was even stacked together. How frickin' romantic.

I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist.