No one goes through life with a whole heart.

You are mine, Elena. If you choose to sleep in another bed, I will simply pick you up and bring you home.

You try to leave and I will hunt you down." Relief poured through her, but she smacked at his thigh with the back of her brush. "Like a rabid dog? Very romantic.

Dropping her hand, she turned in his arms. Then, rising up on tiptoe, she cupped his face in her palms and drew him down. Her kiss was innocent, vulnerable, a caress so gentle that it made him her slave between one breath and the next.

No,” he responded, reaching out to trace the shell of her ear. “They grew back even more beautiful. Blue edged with silver.” Elena laughed at the scowl in his voice.

God, you’re sexy when you talk Psy.

I swear to God, if I get shot again, Indigo will strangle me.