There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.

She blew out a breath between gritted teeth. “Sometimes I really want to”—a frustrated sound—“bite you!” He froze. “I might let you.” “I won’t do it if you’d enjoy it.

You’ll have to be my conscience.” He knew his flaws, and he knew the parts of him that were irrevocably broken. “Mine isn’t going to grow back.

There was a perfection to the moment that made Sienna think: Yes, this is it. This is who we're meant to be together.

Hawke," he said. "That's the word you need to be saying.

Max cuffed his brother good-naturedly on the ear as River slid in past him and bent to kiss Sophia on the cheek. “Hello, are you sure you’re with the right brother?” Sophia had never had a younger sibling. But this man with his laughing eyes and bright smile... “Are you making me an offer?

Some wounds should be healed, no matter how much time has passed or how much time is left.