I've got about ten things to say to you right now. But at least nine of them would make me sound like a psycho.” In spite of the seriousness of the situation, I nearly smiled. “What’s the tenth thing?” I asked his shirtfront. He paused, considering it. “Never mind,” he grumbled. “That one would make me sound like a psycho, too.

Cam had once told her that the Rom believed the entire world was their home. As long as you were with your family you were home.

And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip someone's soul to shreds. She had wondered how she could feel so much pain and still survive.

I don’t have any mottoes. If I did I would forever be contradicting them.

Kev wasn't certain if he was surrendering to Win or to his own passion for her. Only that there was no more holding back. He would take her. And he would give her everything he had, every part of his soul, even the broken pieces.

But it was too late now. A lifetime too late. A million wishes too late.

He stared at me with bitter understanding. We both knew there was no room in this for friendship. Nothing left but childhood history.