“A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck... sweet. The feel of lips on my own... forbidden.” — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“She opens her eyes as the fury continues, pinning me with her glare. Her gaze reached into my soul as I spin… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“He would die in this room, buried alive by the weight of his life.” — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“She smiles and snuggles into me as we wait for our table. I inhale her scent. Vanilla and something else. Something different.… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“I press my lips hard against hers, tasting her desire, her pain, her love, her confusion. At once I’m in two lives,… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“Cass pulls from my embrace, her mind reaching into my heart. Pain, anger, confusion pass through her eyes. My pain. My anger.… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“I’m not certain what I notice first, the bright flickering light that illuminates the darkness underneath my eyelids, or the shrill screams… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“The questions push me further into the space in between, the place where my madness lays waiting for me. I struggle with… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“My thoughts war. Part of me needs to protect her; part of me wants something else. Something vile. Wrong.” — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“She’s right in some ways. She doesn’t need a shrink. But she does need to remember. I need her to remember; remember… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“There are few things I hate more than feeling weak. Needing help or failing top the list. The worst, however, is knowing… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“Ien stopped her voice with more kisses, more promises of a world filled with only them.” — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“I never mastered anything. I am damaged. Broken. And I always will be.” — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“My mind is quiet now. There is no fire or ash, no sulfur or shattering glass. Only silence, empty and cold.” — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“Forever. He carved the word into his soul. Kiera was his forever, deformity or no deformity.” — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“My thoughts are quiet, but not calm. There is a terror on the edge of the silence, a terror fed by my… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“I’d accepted my judgment without question. Agreed to live a mortal life. I didn’t know my memories would come with me; didn’t… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“She slips into the seat at our table, refusing to look up at me. I reach for her hand, sending a shiver… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“A pang of deep longing ripples through me. I’m torn between my promise to send Aydan to the Abyss and my need… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“I’m only going to say this once,” I say to tattoo guy. “Leave me alone.” “Or what?” he asks. Thought you’d never ask.” — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck... sweet. The feel of lips on my own... forbidden.” — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“She opens her eyes as the fury continues, pinning me with her glare. Her gaze reached into my soul as I spin the music… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“What is love, Mikayel? Isn't it the most irrational of all human emotions? And the one most forbidden?” — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“But my feelings won’t abate. Feelings I’m not supposed to have. Feelings I can’t relinquish.” — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“Dreams are funny things"..."Things seem so real when they are happening, only to fade instantly when the brain realizes they are mere images, shadows… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“He would die in this room, buried alive by the weight of his life.” — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“She’s here, in front of me. Just my luck. I obsessed about her all night, working out a plan to find her and take… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“She smiles and snuggles into me as we wait for our table. I inhale her scent. Vanilla and something else. Something different. Smokey almost.… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“I want to know what it is to love, to hate, to lust, to kill. I want it all. And I shouldn't” — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
“I press my lips hard against hers, tasting her desire, her pain, her love, her confusion. At once I’m in two lives, two worlds,… — Christine Fonseca Copy Share Image
