I love you, she sobbed, rubbing her hands over his face, his hair, his chest, making sure he was solid and real. I love you, and I thought you were dead. I couldn't bear it. I thought I would die too....
Lazarus had never thought of himself as lovable. Therefore it should come as no shock at all that Temperance did not, in fact, love him. No, not a shock... but it would have been nice had she had some...
You've used me to punish yourself, haven't you?He watched dawning realization spread over her face, a confirmation more positive than anything she could ever say, and that arrow twisted deep in hische...