“If Flynn hadn't known his older brother for the addicted, lying sack of shit he was, he might have believed the pain he saw in that gaze, might have trusted that Connor had finally seen the error of his ways… — M.A. Grant Copy Share Image
“That was why he still hadn’t called her. He wasn’t sure what the hell he was going to say if she picked up. Evie,… — M.A. Grant Copy Share Image
“And what if I need something?' 'Find it yourself.' Connor tsk-ed. 'Where did all the niceties go?' 'You're not a guest. You're family. Find… — M.A. Grant Copy Share Image
“But there was something different about Flynn, and it wasn't just the way he was looking at her. His grip tightened on her wrist--not… — M.A. Grant Copy Share Image
“Flynn?’ Without thinking, she took a small step toward the wolf. Its ears cocked forward at the sound of the name, and it too… — M.A. Grant Copy Share Image
“If Flynn hadn't known his older brother for the addicted, lying sack of shit he was, he might have believed the pain he saw… — M.A. Grant Copy Share Image
