I have to go," he said. "You don't understand. Someone wants to kill me. "Someone wants to kill you?" she repeated. "Well, I want to make love to you. My goodness, Julian. With two such compelling alternatives, however will you choose?

A home isn’t only defined by what you need, Bram. It’s also about the people who need you

This is the normal way with birthdays, see? Amazingly enough, they arrive on the same day, every year.

He couldn’t compare a woman to a torrentially beautiful monsoon, and then look surprised that he’d gotten wet.

Amazing, then, how with that one remark, he made a mortifying situation thirteen times worse.

Certainty becomes you.

She’d always wondered what it would feel like to stand on one end of a ballroom and watch a handsome, powerful man make his way to her. This was as close as she’d ever come to it, she supposed. Standing at Diana’s side. Imagining.