“He leans down, his dark eyes simmering, and kisses me until neither of us wants to come up for air. Only the ringing of the bell tears us apart. "Damn bell," he says softly. He places his hand along the… — Elsie Chapman Copy Share Image
“Maybe we're just supposed to try our best, whatever that is," he [Chord] said, "and hope whatever happens is meant to happen.” — Elsie Chapman Copy Share Image
“I don't want to have to save your life,' Chord says softly. 'Not when you can do it.” — Elsie Chapman Copy Share Image
“We speak now only in echoes, in traces of what once was - ash and dust and salt, from blood and bone and tears.… — Elsie Chapman Copy Share Image
“He leans down, his dark eyes simmering, and kisses me until neither of us wants to come up for air. Only the ringing of… — Elsie Chapman Copy Share Image