“The wind rose, whipping at Gregori's solid form, lashing his body,ripping at the waves of black hair so that it streamed around… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“Gregori stood his ground, his mind carefully blank. This was his life. His reason for existing. He was the dark justice necessary… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
“Gregori stepped away from the huddled mass of tourists, putting distance between himself and the guide. He walked completely erect,his head high,… — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
