Nothing's ever gone. We fool ourselves that things fade, but they never do.
We fit, you and I,” he whispered looking into that haunting gaze. “Two broken pieces making a whole.
Some things need to be broken to become stronger.
Bluebell, you couldn’t take me if I was blindfolded and had both hands tied behind my back.” “Bluebell?” Illium narrowed his eyes. “That’s it, Barbarian.
No more chances, Golden Eyes. You’re mine and I’ll draw blood to enforce my claim.
A lot of women have trouble with their mothers-in-law.” Raphael’s look was priceless. “My mother is an insane archangel.