Desperate and without other options as she’d openly admitted. As desperate as I am to have a roof.

She wanted to feel him pound away her fears, a hammer to smash through all her guilt and pain and emptiness.

This detour was only supposed to be temporary. I never dreamed I’d find forever here.

And, what the hell, since she was being honest, she wasn’t half in love with Lucan. She was full-on, flat-out, head-over-heels, never-going-to-get-over-this-one, in love with him.

I am where I need to be,” he insists, his voice thick and rough with need. “Right here, with you.

You lost a brother in Alaska today, but you’re always gonna have family in Boston.

I shouldn’t be your first. Then again, I don’t think I’ve got honor enough to stand aside and let you give yourself to anyone else. Not now.” “I want this,” she whispered resoulutely. “I want you.

She wanted to get to know them: Savage and his easy charm and gorgeous smile. Jehan, with his intriguing past and enigmatic personality.

I noticed.” Lazaro slowly approached her near the bed. “I should be focused on a thousand other things right now. Instead, here I am. Noticing everything about you, Melena.

You honor us well, warrior.” – Lucan.