He looked like hell, but damn, if hell didn’t look good on him.

He did things with his mouth she’d never even considered before. It was a brutally thorough kiss. Lacey was clinging to him weakly when he finally ended it. “Donna ye taste it?” he whispered, lowering her feet to the rug and peeling her hands from his shoulders. “What?” Lacey asked, seeing him through a haze of shock and desire. “The darkness.

Being with you was like sweet April air after a thousand winters. I’d forgotten what it was like to live.

You taught me to love the dark, Aidan. If that ’s wrong, then I’m already damned.

Tell me you aren’t crying. My whole image of you as a bad-ass warrior is crumbling.

I know what Jack looks like naked. The image has been burned into my brain all these years, haunting my dreams and fantasies, but he’s all that I remembered and a bag of chips. The party size.

It’s a choice to be trapped.

The past could destroy you, sink its teeth deep and rip out your heart... Or your soul. She didn’t know what was worse. But she knew damn well the man waiting in her office could do both. She wasn’t looking forward to facing her past.

Love is giving the people ye love what is best for them, Bav, no' what is best for ye. It doesna matter if it rips yer heart out by the roots first. Ye've never learned tha', no' in yer thousand thousands of years, and ye never will.

It's a choice to be trapped.