… You make me feel as if I am a bird soaring in the sky. When you are not with me, I am bound to the ground.” He touched her soft cheek. “I want you to marry me, Ruby. Will you?
He gave a nod. “My future lies in your hands.” “Not your future, Gerard, but the path leading to it,” she suggested.
It was quite apparent that he’d been bestowed all the charms of any handsomely clad rake. A demeanor to match, Ruby thought.
He gave a nod. “My future lies in your hands.” “Not your future, Gerard, but the path leading to it,” she suggested
He rolled his neck, as if to relieve the stress of his shoulders. “Your body is encased in a strong spell. It will not open up to me,” he said in frustration. “Who guards you?
To be your companion.””Companion?” He said the word as if he were spitting a bad taste from his mouth. “I am a killer. A monster! Can you not see that?
The boy continued with a desperate note. “You may have saved my life, but it is not my life any longer, it is yours.
At first glance, the ball seemed to be an elegant success. However, re-evaluation would allow an observer to see more than a graceful party. Many well-thought plans highlighted what this really was: a marriage market.
There he was, her confidant—strong, solid, and unbending.
The dream came again—three times in three nights and always at the first of the year.
Cupid had struck his heart to the core but had forgotten to put even a mere scratch on his beloved’s.
Thanks, for saving me.”“I didn’t have a choice,” he said softly.“Everyone has a choice.”“Then mine was easy.”“Easy?”He chuckled. “Olivia, my choice will always be simple when it comes to you…
Everyone is dangerous in here, can’t you see that?” he warned.
We’re in an underground vault, and here’s my first order: You’re going to do everything I tell you to do.
She’d been caught up in that image, that flash, man’s nuclear stamp, and had not really understood what happened after.
Olivia responded with confidence, “You’re the military. You’re in charge. Why would I be scared?
Things are different here. There will be rules and regulations that you are not used to. You will have to follow them. All of them.
It’s not a war. It’s an annihilation,” he’d mumbled low for her ears only. She’d been unable to respond, only focusing on her own breath and marveling that she in fact was still breathing.