“Belonging: that was the name for it. More tempting than sex and so far out of the question as to be unthinkable.” — Angela B. Wade Belonging Copy Share Image
“I twisted my body, suddenly unable to stand his hands on me. “Do you really think I give a damn what you… — Angela B. Wade Daniel Copy Share Image
“What? You think your White Knight’s going to charge in and save the day? Not fucking likely. Nic’s locked up far away… — Angela B. Wade Copy Share Image
“Then what’s the problem? You keep telling me she’s just a job. So, fine. The job’s done. You found her. You trained… — Angela B. Wade Kill Copy Share Image
“Daniel rested his hip on the counter, arms crossed, saying and offering nothing. “What? Are you thinking about sticking me with Luc… — Angela B. Wade Gaze Copy Share Image
“That last night,” she said quietly. “Why did you say you hoped you'd never see me again?” He hadn’t said it; it… — Angela B. Wade Last night Copy Share Image
“I’m by myself,” she said finally. “No family to speak of.” “I see.” Leaning forward again, he rested his arms against the… — Angela B. Wade Family Copy Share Image
“I’m going to ask you a question,” I said. “And I want an answer this time, no dodging and no playing cryptic.… — Angela B. Wade Time Copy Share Image
“Daniel came to sit beside me, ignoring my wariness and settling into the thin, worn cushion. “Who’d you think I was that… — Angela B. Wade Vampire Copy Share Image
“When he’d woken that morning to find her gone, he’d used the time alone to clean himself up in every sense of… — Angela B. Wade Healed Copy Share Image
“It had only been two days – two days – since he’d seen her last, and yet he’d missed her every step… — Angela B. Wade Every moment Copy Share Image
“He leveled his eyes at mine through the darkness. “You asked me before if I could take away your memories. I can,… — Angela B. Wade Strong enough Copy Share Image
“How do you think I got to this point? Each day another step on an unending staircase? Months of searching, dredging through… — Angela B. Wade Destroyed Copy Share Image
“He tasted like summertime - of wicked thunderstorms, fresh clover, and wild honeysuckle - and I had the sensation of falling, my… — Angela B. Wade Peace Copy Share Image
“Nicholas wanted to scream until his throat bled. Or tear apart a wall of concrete with his bare hands. Anything – anything… — Angela B. Wade Remorse Copy Share Image
“He swallowed again. “Why?” When I opened my mouth to answer, my lips started trembling - from nerves or regret I don’t… — Angela B. Wade Fall apart Copy Share Image
