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.
J.R. WardHe thought about all the holes in him, the blank places, the voids where others felt things. When it came down to it, he was really just a screen, more empty than solid, his emotions blowing through him, only angry catching and holding.
J.R. WardYou're so very naked," she whispered against his shoulder. He smiled into her hair. "So are you.
J.R. Ward