I can help you… protect you.”“No you can’t. Death and evil consume you. Dean, I can’t forgive you, and I cannot ever know you.

Kelly, let me do what I can to make this easy for you.""What the hell are you doing, hmm? Your good guy bad guy act, doesn’t wash with me.

She has seen a part of me I needed to keep personal, yet her eyes have calmed me. She has drawn out my humanity. I’m fighting for revenge, and she is fighting for survival. It’s a toxic mix.

If Josh could see me having to empty out his piss, and nurse him this way, he’d beg me to let him go.

Hello Miss,” I said in a feverish manner. “I’m Jack, and of course I will muck out your horse for you.” I grinned a huge dumb smile right at her. “I’m always happy to help.” She was taken aback, gazing at me confused. She wasn’t sure if I was being sarcastic, or if I was just some village simpleton who always said too much.

Nell turned to the stretcher, took a deep breath, and peered down at the unconscious war hero. Immediately, a painful hollow feeling grew inside her, and her heart swelled with emotions from a time gone by. Even with the thick bandage across his eyes, she recognised this man. It was Jack Montgomery. Her pulse boomed as she paled with sickness. She gripped her wedding ring nervously, twisting it around and around.

She found her view stuck to him, and it was impossible for her not to melt from within. His beautiful dark brown eyes that used to send her wild as a teen, still had the same effect. His dark unruly hair she used to toy with. And his lips, pink, and in need of her kiss. She was blushing like a beacon with so many passions coming back to her. There was a doubt, that maybe he would recognise her. But now, she could see what an empty man he was. He didn’t recognise her at all.

I gaze at his pale skin as this energy hits me. My jaw is clamped tight as my eyes squeeze out the pain. I’ve felt this before. It’s like he’s telling me to let him go.

You can fight all you want beautiful. You got involved with the wrong kind of people; evil you should have stayed clear from.

The more time she spent with Tristen, the deeper she was sinking into his darkness. She was drowning in his wild theories, barely treading the water.