I looked back and forth at them in amazement. I didn't know if I was witnessing a fight or foreplay. I wasn't thrilled about either option. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“The man’s face grew unrecognizable, shapeless, and still Jackson beat him. I wasn’t witnessing a fight, or a rescue. I was beholding punishment. A sentence... I realized he was seeing a maze of present and future, a web of occurrences… — Kresley Cole Copy Share Image
