I look down at our linked fingers as I loosen my grasp, but he regains his grip on me. “No, don’t let go of me,” he says. — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“He linked his fingers with hers. And because he had used it when he'd hurt her, he balanced that out by using it now. "A ghra." "Huh?" A line appeared between her brows. "Is that Gaelic again?" "Yes." He brought… — J.D. Robb Copy Share Image
