“I backed out of the kitchen. Griff was a rigid shadow halfway down the hall, his gaze trained on the door at the end. His snarls shook the air. The hall lights flickered, illuminating the hackles along his spine. My… — Emma Lord Copy Share Image
“he doesn’t like me the way I like him. And if he did once, he doesn’t anymore.” — Emma Lord Copy Share Image
“On clear nights, I’d sit out on the porch and gaze up at the stars. So many of them, scrawled across a sky so… — Emma Lord Copy Share Image
“They’re connected,’ he continued, his voice husky. ‘What one sees, they all see. What one experiences, they all feel. And when one finds prey,… — Emma Lord Copy Share Image
“All this time, I've been so eager to get here that I didn't think much past beyond doing it. Now it feels like there's… — Emma Lord Copy Share Image
“I backed out of the kitchen. Griff was a rigid shadow halfway down the hall, his gaze trained on the door at the end.… — Emma Lord Copy Share Image
