He was by far the fiercest, most ruggedly handsome, yet, formidable man she had ever laid eyes on. She couldn’t stop staring at him. He had dark brown hair which skimmed his shoulders, a short-haired beard around his lips and chin, and gorgeous greenish-blue eyes that reminded her of the sea. There was something dangerously wicked about the look of his face, and she half expected him to yell for his men to batten down the hatches or swab the deck.

Darius found no peace within his spirit, found no rest, and obtained nothing but brief satisfaction by justly killing evil men for their wrongdoings. Nothing could eradicate the nightmares which plagued his sleep.

Vincent came within inches of her face. "You are a rare beauty, Sheirah." He drifted his eyes over her face. "But I shall not give you, or anyone my blood willingly or otherwise. I have made far too many mistakes to trust the likes of someone I have just met."Meadow gazed into Vincent's eyes and smiled wryly. "You tell me the truth, archangel. For if you spoke to me lies, I would have known.

Alrighty then. Hell of a reunion," Breccan said, separating Gage and Darius. "So, a welcome hug is outta the question. Good to know.

She slowly turned around, placing her hands on the handle behind her, and inadvertently knocking the heavy, wooden door with her foot. She lifted her stunning eyes to his, seeming to see clear through him, hitting his heart, then deeper to the center of his soul. He wondered what she saw there, perhaps a dark shadow lurking in the midst.

His expression went cold and dark as he came within inches from her, towering over her small frame. His voice was calm but stern. "Let me be clear before we begin our working relationship. I am not kind nor do I, or will I ever, offer anything out of sheer kindness.

You don't have the right to make that call, not after all this time. I can barely breathe when you're near me, but I'll surely suffocate if I have to lose you. How can you ask me to do that?" She turned her face away. "I'm stronger than you think." She looked back at him. "And I'll do my own fixing.

Like Breccan was known to do, he pushed the angry Gwarda a bit more. "It's settled then. She's mine." He cleared his throat and braced himself for the punch he knew would come.Darius's fist came fast, landing hard against Breccan's jaw.

Revenge was a fierce calling from deep within his soul, a cry, a demand for due recompense.

Brynn began to turn away, but he grabbed her by the arms. "Ah. Ah. No running away. I asked you a question, I expect an answer. How have I played with you? There's no doubt in my mind that I'd remember doing such and I guarantee you would.