“So many details came into focus. The shape of his lips, the line of his neck. “I’m not dangerous,” I breathed. He… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“But there was something else. A feeling of understanding, a comfort that defied reason. It was as though kissing her, a near… — Kristina McMorris Copy Share Image
I’m not dangerous,” I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me.” And somehow, against all reason, we were… — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
