185 Quotes by Ruby Dixon

What did you see in me?”“You just…looked like you needed a friend. And I did, too.” She puts her hands over mine. “No, it’s more than that. I needed to connect to someone. I felt alone, and lonely, and I felt like…well, that you would understand. That you would know how it felt to be surrounded by people and still feel adrift.

My mate,” I tell her softly. “What would I do without you?”Her eyes go wide. “Your mate?”“You have been since the day you claimed me.” I stroke my thumb over her soft, strange, pink mouth. “There is no other for me. There never has been.”“Not even my sister?” Her voice catches.I snort. “Your sister is my greatest mistake. I do not think I have ever even liked her.

She stiffens against me and then pulls back, a frown on her face. “Okay, this is going to sound weird…” Her hand presses to the center of my chest. “But you’re rumbling. Baby, do you have indigestion?

I drop to my knees and press my head to her teats, listening. Hoping.“Oh,” she breathes, just as her chest begins to resonate. “Oh. I think…I think the ground isn’t shaking. I think it’s me.”“And me,” I tell her, utter joy racing through me. I hold her tightly, burying my face against her as I listen to her khui begin its song.It is singing to me.And I am singing back.

And then you’ll come back home to me and we’ll start our happily ever after, right?”“My happy does not wait for later,” he tells me. “My happy is now. Here. With you. I need nothing else.

I do not remember. I have said this.”“Or…the time you shared your mate with me? In the furs?”I growl low and stop in my tracks, sudden fury sweeping over me.Harrec stops, too. He raises his hands into the air, grinning. “It is a joke, friend. Merely a joke. I was testing you.”“It is not funny.” Another hunter walks up and gives Harrec a push on the shoulders, indicating he should walk. It is Bek. “Your jokes are as poor as your hunting skills.

Who sings next?” someone asks.“I will,” Megan says, standing up. She clears her throat dramatically and puts a hand out in front of her like an opera singer. “Me me me me me,” she sings, warming up. People giggle at her theatrics.Her mate Cashol nods. “It is a simple song, but I like it. The words are easy to remember.

I do not hate you.” Hate is the furthest thing I feel for her. But I know that trying to hold Asha is like trying to hold a handful of snow—the tighter I grip, the more she will trickle between my fingers and disappear.

You must do what you feel in your heart is right, my daughter.” Kemli puts her hand on Farli’s arm. “We will miss you terribly, but you must walk your own path.” Her smile wobbles. “Even if it is not with us.