He took her by the shoulders and pulled her closer to him, his fingers knotting in the fabric of her dress. Even more than in the attic, she felt caught in the eddy of a powerful wave that threatened to… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“Tereza." He took her shoulders, turned her to face him, and she felt a shiver of alarm. "This is my last harvest." "Eli—" "I'm not going to die." To reassure, he ran his hands down her arms. "I want to… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image
