“You’re safe, here.” “But you are not,” you whispered. “Not ever. I forget. I forget and then I’ll—I could kill you.” When I didn’t reply, you dropped your head again. I almost missed it when you murmured, “I always kill… — Julio-Alexi Genao Copy Share Image
“Before he could say a word, she moved closer and pressed her smooth palm to his scar. He nearly swooned. Clutching the chair at his side, Will swayed into her space, lured by the luscious heat and pleasure that she… — Kristen Callihan Copy Share Image
