“No,” he replied, firmly, smoothing her hair back from the side of her face. “I'll never leave you alone again. You've spent too many years always having to be the strong one, never having anyone to rely upon. It stops… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“I just hope I'm around long enough to see it through.” Sara said, looking uncertain. “All of us wonder that, at some point or another,” Arch replied cryptically. “It's your destiny, and all of fate is aligning to see it come to pass. This next thirty days won't be easy. Hell is sending out its best fighters, and I'm sending… — Rose Wynters Copy Share
“Nobody should have to die like these people had. I didn't know each of their circumstances, but I had a good guess. These people had died in terror, horror, and pain. More than likely, they had to watch their friends or loved ones die at the same time. Their last moments would have been spent knowing that they would come… — Rose Wynters Copy Share
“Werewolves never joke about age,” he said solemnly. “Why not?” Connor shrugged, a smile teasing his lips. “I dunno,” he finally admitted. “I just… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“Leave me alone, or I will shoot,” a woman’s husky voice rang out through the broken window. “I'm not too afraid to blow your… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“Ian nodded his approval. “I've always liked a woman that understood the value of getting out of my bed just as quick as she'd… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“I couldn't tear my eyes away from the blood. As odd as it sounds, I felt irritated. I'd just cleaned that glass when I… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“I was surprised to feel the tears running down my cheeks. Was this part of the reason fate had brought Arabella and I together… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“You pay for that,” he told Ian as he hopped off the hood. “You pay for that, now.” Ian and Peter ignored him, circling around the car. The passenger jumped out and ran off at a sprint, as if the very hounds of hell were nipping at his heels. The taxi driver watched him go and stamped his foot in… — Rose Wynters Copy Share
“He didn't mince words. “Anyone that wants to live, get in.” His voice was deep and powerful, matching the promise his body made. He… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
