He shrugged, looking right into my eyes. "Right now, this is all I feel." He held our intertwined hands up for me to see and I wanted to look away, but I couldn't break the hold his gaze had on me, like he could see more than anyone else saw. Things I couldn't see myself.
Rachel VincentYou just say the word, and I'll make the rest of the world go away. I'll take you someplace safe, where no one else can reach us.
Rachel VincentYou think he left a big flashing arrow pointing to a filing cabinet labeled 'Evidence Here!'? He's a Stray, Ethan, not Wile E. Coyote!
Rachel VincentMots clés funny prey sarcastic faythe-sanders ethan-sanders
That's because your new tracker couldn't find his own dick in the dark.
Rachel VincentHis safety was more important than anything to me. Even if he would never know enough to understand that.
Rachel VincentI held her tighter, just because I could. Because she was fierce, and beautiful, and mind.
Rachel VincentI laughed and it almost felt good. "Is that a dig at my liquor cabinet?"
Cam smiled. "That wasn't liquor, it was swill. And that wasn't a cabinet, it was a drawer.
I have choices," I insisted, refusing to break eye contact. "We both do. I may have to make mine carefully, and make a few compromises along the way, but I have a choice. I choose you.
Rachel VincentI love you, Olivia," he whispered, and my heart ached as if it would break in half. "You think we'll die if we stay together, but I've been dying slowly for the last six years. I'm taking my life back, Liv. Our life together. And this time, I'm not going to let you go.
Rachel VincentYou don't know me. Don't ever think you know me. The only things you know about me are the things you made me do, and that illustrates your character, not mine.
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