“Recover? She clasped her hands in her lap, staring at them as pain welled up in her chest. Could one recover from a broken heart?” — Sasha Summers Copy Share Image
“It hurts, to be parted from him. I ache… ache for him. To see his smile, and hear his laughter. I can scarce breathe… — Sasha Summers Copy Share
“-I know there were wars in my time, but none so wasteful as this. -War is always wasteful.” — Sasha Summers Copy Share
“Recover? She clasped her hands in her lap, staring at them as pain welled up in her chest. Could one recover from a broken… — Sasha Summers Copy Share
“She didn't know how long they stared at each other, but the look on his face made her forget about the book.” — Sasha Summers Copy Share
“Why? You don’t ask after him, or speak of him. You don’t want to see–” “No,” she spoke quickly, scowling at him. “Why would… — Sasha Summers Copy Share
“I have no wish to… torment him with my … affection. But I do… I am, most fond of him.” — Sasha Summers Copy Share
“Now that she knew who he was, what he was to her, she would not lose him. She’d simply thought she loved him before.… — Sasha Summers Copy Share
“-His heart is hard. -She shook her head. -No? Hermes’ brows rose. -Guarded, yes. But not hard.” — Sasha Summers Copy Share
