“He had to keep her at his side, because he’d need to lean on her the whole way, however long it took. He needed her to stick knives in the throats of the monsters he couldn’t handle himself.” — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“Ava propped a shoulder against the doorjamb and smiled to herself, watching. “Mmm, that’s what a girl likes to see first thing in the… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“That’s a very long story that doesn’t need telling to a woman I’m trying to impress.” She felt her face grow warm. “There’s… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“She didn’t know if she cried for what she’d lost as a teenager, or for the confused tangle of emotions inside her now. Either… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“Break up with him,” he said softly, “or I’ll put his head through a window.” — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“Fillette.” He twisted his upper body toward her, so he could put both arms around her, press her back against the pillows and blot… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“He knew he loved her in February: steam leaving the mug of coffee in her hands in thick curls; her hair a snarled mess… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“How many times have you been slapped on dates?” “Five,” he said as he checked over his shoulder and eased back out into traffic.… — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“He was the king, damn it, the Lean Dog, an American hellhound. And fuck idiots like this who tried to challenge him.” — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
“Behind every strong man is a strong woman?” he guessed. “Beside,” Ghost corrected. “She’s beside him.” — Lauren Gilley Copy Share Image
