Daddy looked at her hard, and right before my eyes, he changed. I watched him inflate again, shake off his own emotions and puff himself up for her. Become her man. Her rock. I smiled. I loved him so much. He'd dragged mom kicking and screaming from grief once before and I knew I could rest easy that he would never let grief steal her from him again. No matter what happened to me.

You're Mac, and I'm Jericho. And nothing else matters.

So how did he look at me?" "Like it was his birthday and you were the cake.

I moistened my lips. His gaze fixed on them. I think I stopped breathing. He jerked so sharply away that his long dark coat sliced air, and turned his back to me. “Was that an invitation, Ms.Lane?” “If it was?” I asked, astonishing myself. What did I think I was doing? “I don’t do hypotheticals. Little girl.

I kept it to remind me that although there is evil, there is sometimes beauty and light. You, Jillian. You were always my light.

He lives. I breathe. I want. Him. Always. Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever. -Mac

Are you decent?" a woman's voice called, pushing the door cautiously ajar. "Nay, but we're clothed," Cian purred.