Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off." Mac: "The child?" I gasped

We're taking back the night

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

I'd turn and run but I'm anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami.

As he closed the door he said over his shoulder, "Because you're a good lass." A heavy sigh. "And I'm no' a good man.

Could words and symbols wield such power? Could mere scribblings on parchment unmake a person's moral fiber? Weren't we made of sterner stuff?

Cat got your tongue? And what a lovely tongue it is. I know. It licked every inch of me. Repeatedly. For months," He purred but with steel in the velvet