“he doesn’t like me the way I like him. And if he did once, he doesn’t anymore.” — Emma Lord Copy Share Image
“he doesn’t like me the way I like him. And if he did once, he doesn’t anymore.” — Emma Lord Copy Share Image
“On clear nights, I’d sit out on the porch and gaze up at the stars. So many of them, scrawled across a sky so… — Emma Lord Copy Share Image
“They’re connected,’ he continued, his voice husky. ‘What one sees, they all see. What one experiences, they all feel. And when one finds prey,… — Emma Lord Copy Share Image
“All this time, I've been so eager to get here that I didn't think much past beyond doing it. Now it feels like there's… — Emma Lord Copy Share Image
“I backed out of the kitchen. Griff was a rigid shadow halfway down the hall, his gaze trained on the door at the end.… — Emma Lord Copy Share Image
