“His jaw was covered in a stubble that was likely going on four days of growth. She loved that only she knew that about him—the rate at which his beard grew. Day four was her favorite day. “No” — H.G. Reed Copy Share Image
“A voice spoke inside his head, thousands of voices speaking in one whisper. Suddenly Gabe’s words coalesced in his mind and began to take… — H.G. Reed Copy Share Image
“His jaw was covered in a stubble that was likely going on four days of growth. She loved that only she knew that about… — H.G. Reed Copy Share Image
“I let her drone on and on about her academic pedigree, scrolling through the pages of her resume while I let my mind escape… — H.G. Reed Copy Share Image
“My pride?” “Yes. Self-pity is a form of pride, Joe. And it keeps you from seeing what they’re working for. There’s a greater purpose… — H.G. Reed Copy Share Image
“Gabe rose from the table and paced the kitchen, his energy nearly building to a level he couldn’t contain beneath the Veil. He expended… — H.G. Reed Copy Share Image
