I flipped the good doctor the bird. Snorting, Gideon caught my hand and pulled me back down the hall. "What is it with you and giving people the finger?" "What? It's a classic.

Heaven with my angel. It doesn't get any better than this.

I thought we’d turned a corner. Maybe we did, but we hit a brick wall anyway.

The thing about nightmares was that you couldn't prepare for them. They sneaked up on you when you were most vulnerable.

He caught me to him, his arms banded tight around me. His face pressed into my throat. "Where do we go from here?" I held him. "Wherever this takes us. Together.

Doctor." Gideon set one ankle on the opposite knee and settled back, creating a picture of unyielding decisiveness. "The only way I'm keeping my hands off her is if I'm dead. Find another way to fix us." Chapter 3 pg 50

He could shred me so easily. A few words, a desperate look, and I was cut wide open.