She responded to him as if born for him-- and he was certain she was. More importantly, he was beginning to think he had been born for her.

For whatever reason, she looked at him and saw something in him no one else did--but he needed it.

He thought about her laughter. The sunshine. He lived in a dark place. Just listening to the sound of her voice took him out of it.

She looked at him as if she could see inside him, past the glacier, penetrate deep and see the man he could have been

She was inside him, wrapped around his organs. His heart. Maybe his damn soul if he had one. He let himself smile. She was there.She wasn't going anyplace

This woman could break him when nothing that had come earlier in his life ever had.

every man there had been trained from childhood in the brutal schools, as assassins. They were all looking for a new life and trying to figure out the rules of society. They knew they'd never fit perfectly, but they were doing their best.

They were coarse and crude. They made rude finger gestures to one another and they were their scars like badges. They were a family, unbreakable, loyal and absolutely powerful when they stood together.

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