“You pierce me with a look, a word, a gesture. And yet those same weapons could shield me from hurt if you so choose.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I'm here all the way. Right next to you." I pressed her head into my shoulder. "I'm your rear guard, love. Your shield. Nothing will hurt you." I stroked her head and kissed it. "Let me fight with you baby.” — Lucian Bane Copy Share Image
