Can I bite you here, too?
A faint smile that made every tiny hair on her body rise in quivering attention. "How fast can you run?" A wolf's question.
Maybe, just maybe, two broken people could manage to create something whole.
Be gentle with him, Mercy. He's got a heart as big as Texas— he'll die for you without blinking. But he doesn't expect anyone to do the same for him.
Remember that,” he groaned. “And tell everyone you know.
He wanted to give me a blade? What's wrong with that?” “Blades,” he whispered, “and sheaths go together. And your sheath will only ever hold my blade.