I’m saying that I can wait. For now. But when things get back to normal—assuming that ever happens—I want my shot. We can make each other happy, Faythe. I know it. And I’m done walking away from things I want just because they don’t come easily. You’re worth the work.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: love patience jace-hammond
Faythe…?" The tremor in his voice broke my heart. Then understanding surfaced, and his tear-filled eyes searched mine desperately. "No. No," he whispered through clenched teeth. "This was not wrong. It’s the only thing I’ve done right in months. Don’t you dare regret this.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: love heartbreak regret jace-hammond
I squeezed my eyes shut and took several deep breaths, trying not to smell Jace in front of me, not to taste him on my lips. But it was useless. In that moment, Jace was everywhere. He was in my mind, he was in my heart, and he was in my memory. He smelled good. He tasted good. And the blissful aftershock still throbbing in my most sensitive places felt wonderful, when everything else in my life was an obstacle to be overcome.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: love mistake confusion faythe-sanders aftershock
Ethan was loyal and funny and protective. When we were little, he was the brother most likely to make me cry—and mostly likely to wipe away my tears.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: love death brother faythe-sanders sibling
So could we please not mob the three-thousand-plus-year-old reaper like tweens at a boy-band concert?
Rachel VincentAnd I don't think I want to meet this super-reaper." Nash stuffed his hands in his front pockets. "The garden variety's weird enough.
Rachel VincentWhy is this so hard?” I whispered.
His pulse leaped crazily at my admission. “Everything worth fighting for is hard.
Stichwörter: truth love hard jace-hammond faythe-sanders
When I was a child, all problems had ended with a single word from my father. A smile from him was sunshine, his scowl a bolt of thunder. He was smart, and generous, and honorable without fail. He could exile a trespasser, check my math homework, and fix the leaky bathroom sink, all before dinner. For the longest time, I thought he was invincible. Above the petty problems that plagued normal people.
And now he was gone.
Stichwörter: love lost death father faythe-sanders
Some things are private. Some things needed to be said, even when the person who needed to hear them couldn’t hear anything. Ever again.
Rachel VincentI want you. I want you so badly I can’t stand it. When you left, it felt like the world got darker. Like I couldn’t truly see anything. Couldn’t feel anything.
Rachel VincentStichwörter: life love want faythe-sanders
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