As the vampire trailed a fingertip along the girlโs collarbone, she appeared to fall into a trance. It was not mind games on Zypherโs part. Females of both races couldnโt help themselves around him.
J.R. WardQhuinn took a step forward, with the intention of stepping in, in the event the Brother locked hands on the SOBโs skinny neck: Someone should probably catch the head before it bounced all over their hostsโ rugs. And the deadweight of the body. Seemed only hospitable.
J.R. WardJust don't go out fighting. I don't need to know where you're going, that's your biz. But if you get yourself killed, I got ninety-nine problems and you're the biggest one of them." Rehv to John
J.R. WardCan you drive any faster?" Tohr demanded. "I got the pedal to the medal" The angel looked back. "And I don't care what I have to mow over
J.R. Ward...the only thing that had tethered her to the earth had been him and it was strange, but she felt welded to him on some core level now. He had seen her at her absolute worst, at her weakest and most insane, and he hadn't looked away. He hadn't judged and he hadn't been burned. It was as if in the heat of her meltdown they had melted together. This was more than emotion. It was a matter of soul.
J.R. Ward