“Hooded eyes shifted to me. “Marry me.” “I thought we were already engaged?” I asked, yawning. “Don't say such lovely things, darling.… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“Darling, no,” Constantine said. “Love admit-and-runners don't get to have a say.” He smiled slowly. “I'll remember that.” — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“He wrapped his fingers into my hair, the movement gentling almost immediately, but palms still firm against my cheeks. “I'm. Not. Going.… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“Leandred never uses magic without reason. He’s not going to freak out and do magic because he experiences emotion. It’s doubtful, anyway.”… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“I wanted to reach for him—like a drowning woman being offered a lifeline—but instead clenched my shaking hands into fists and continued… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“—watching as a galaxy was born, cosmic events swirling in endless lines and patterns around it. Endless possibilities and explorations. I reached… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“Constantine's face softened. “Perhaps.” He touched my cheek and wiped the silver-gold tear there. Mindful of the crowd, I pulled fingers through… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“Constantine's grin was lazy, but edged. His only real emotions were ever displayed around Ren, and she wasn't here. It made him… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“I let you in.” He reentered my space, as if he could do nothing else. “I let you get close, so I… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“Dare's going to bring you more trouble,” Olivia said, as if she too understood that volatility was more perilous than cold dislike.… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“I could feel an old reaction from him—his emotions trying to curl around and sever the heavy, girded ties between us. Leaving… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“For a time, I had hoped I might find the end of your wire. Then it became more of a chore,” Constantine… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“I grabbed Constantine and my fingers scrabbled for any bare skin I could find, pushing cloak and shirt aside for unhampered touch,… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“His warm fingers slid along my cheek, then wrapped into my hair. He leaned down to rest his forehead against mine and… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“Constantine leaned in and curled a piece of my false hair around his finger. “We should do lunch instead,” he said, entirely… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
“Ren.” Constantine hunched over me. Flashes of light illuminated the air around him. Blood ran down his face and there was a… — Anne Zoelle Copy Share Image
