Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God's sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He'd read that book, seen the movie, bought the soundtrack, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider's guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart.
J.R. WardWhat is wrong with you โ he whispered โthat you care so much about me โ Blayโs sad smile added about a million years to his age lining his face with the kind of knowledge that came only after life kicked you in the nuts a number of times. โWhat is wrong with you that you canโt see why I would
J.R. WardAs the Brotherhood got down to business, he found himself putting his hand on the dogโs big head and stroking the soft furโฆplaying with an earโฆdipping down and ๏ฌnding the long waves that ๏ฌowed from the animalโs broad, strong chest. Not that any of that meant he was keeping the the animal, of course. It just felt nice, was all.
J.R. WardThose deep hazel eyes held his and didn't blink. "You'd be amazed what I would do to keep you alive." Abruptly, V's mouth opened, his breath growing tight. And as the two of them stood chest-to-chest, he knew every inch of his body, felt it all at once.
J.R. WardOh my God..." Xhex's heart stopped as she looked at him in the mirror. Across his upper back, in a glorious spread of black ink...in a declaration that didn't whisper but shouted...in a billboard-size front with flourishes... Her name in the Old Language.
J.R. WardFor no good reason, he thought of Xhex. Xhex was a thunderstorm made up of hues of black and iron gray, power leashed but no less lethal for its control. Cormia was a sunny day cast in rainbow of brightness. He put his hand over his heart and bowed to her, then left. As he started up for his room, he wondered whether he liked the storm or the sunshine better.
J.R. WardNo, thanks.โ Rhage laughed. โIโm a good little sewer, as you know firsthand. Now whoโs your friend?โ โBeth Randall, this is Rhage. An associate of mine. Rhage, this is Beth, and she doesnโt do movie stars, got it?โ โLoud and clear.โ Rhage leaned to one side, trying to see around Wrath. โNice to meet you, Beth.โ โAre you sure you donโt want to go to a hospital?โ she said weakly. โNah. This oneโs just messy. When you can use your large intestine as a belt loop, thatโs when you hit the pros.
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