His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe. He was mine.
Kim HarrisonRachel,โ came a raspy voice from the upper level, and both Trent and I turned. It was Quen, wrapped in a blanket as if it was a death shroud, the black-haired intern at his side, supporting him. His hair was plastered to his skull with sweat, and I could see him wavering as he stood there. โDonโt touch Trenton,โ he said, his gravelly voice clear in the hush, โor Iโm going to have to come down thereโฆand smack you around.
Kim HarrisonHappy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices.
Kim Harrison