I hammered him with my fists. He just stood and took it. He didn't suffer graciously, he looked pissed off to no end. But he let me hit him. And he didn't hit me back.
Karen Marie MoningI turned around slowly, and looked up at him. He stiffened and sucked in a shallow breath. After a moment, he touched my cheek. "Such naked pain," he whispered. I turned my face into his palm and closed my eyes. His fingers threaded into my hair, cupped my head, and brushed the brand. It heated at his touch. His hand tightened at the base of my skull and squeezed, and he raised me slowly to my tiptoes. I opened my eyes and it was my turn to inhale sharply. Not human. Oh, no, not this man. "Never show it to me again." His face was cold, hard, his voice colder.
Karen Marie MoningThere are moments in my life when I feel like Iโm exactly where Iโm supposed to be, doing exactly what Iโm supposed to do. I pay attention to them. Theyโre my cosmic landmarks, letting me know Iโm on the right path. Now that Iโm older and can look back and see where I missed a turn here and there, and know the price I paid for those oversights, I try to look sharper at the present.
Karen Marie Moning