You’d make an enemy out of me over a human?” The word “human” might as well have been “rodent.

Maybe, just maybe, two broken people could manage to create something whole.

You have the power to tear me to pieces, to wound me so deep and true that I‘ll never recover.

What about your freedom?" he whispered in her ear over a minute later, bracing his hands palms down on the wall beside her head. He made no move to stop her as she stroked and petted every inch of that sinfully gorgeous chest, all hard muscle and gleaming skin overlaid with silky-rough strands of dark hair. "Idiot." She nipped his jaw with her teeth. "The only freedom I ever wanted was the right to love you.

Under her palm, his heart beat strong and sure. It was such a human sound, so honest, so real.

She watched as he settled down on the bed with Naya skin to skin on his chest. His hand all but covered her tiny body as he stroked her in that changeling way, bonding with her on the most elemental level. Then he purred, and Naya made a happy little sound of delight, very much a cat in her love of touch.

Love was an agony beyond compare