“...Bringing the very heavens close enough to touch. It was Zsadist. His eyes closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang. The scarred one, the souless one, had the voice of an angel.J.R. Ward
“The truth was...he was in love with her. Totally over-the-line, no-going-back, not-even-dead-would-he-part kind of shit.J.R. Ward
“I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.J.R. Ward