“Witch's spell or not, he would take her, possess her- own her. It wasn't his intent when he kissed her. Fires of damnation! He never planned to kiss the wench! It just...happened.” — Deborah MacGillivray Copy Share Image
“Witch's spell or not, he would take her, possess her- own her. It wasn't his intent when he kissed her. Fires of damnation! He… — Deborah MacGillivray Copy Share Image
“After Christian's death he'd just existed. He felt nothing, just a sense of emptiness. In some ways he welcomed that hollowness inside of him.… — Deborah MacGillivray Copy Share Image
“He pulled her against his chest, letting her feel his heart thunder its rhythm. Kissing her hair he whispered, the desperation raw, "You are… — Deborah MacGillivray Copy Share Image
“Words wound deeper than any knife, my lord. Often they fester and never heal.” — Deborah MacGillivray Copy Share Image
