Nalini Singh

“I’m worth more,” she told him, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. “Affection, respect, tenderness, I’m worth all of that, so don’t you dare come near me again until you’re ready to offer it.”

Life might hurt, might bruise, might forever scar, but it was for living

If she demanded vengeance, he’d turn the world bloodred

She had loved him until it was the defining fact of her existence

He hadn’t meant to stay, but he slept that night in the arms of the only person in the entire world to whom it mattered if he was cold . . . and he thought that perhaps he might understand not only love, but joy.

He thought of a lifetime of having Sahara’s stubborn will in his life and knew that she was his reward for surviving

Love, he thought as he held her to his heart, was an agony beyond compare

“It began with a bloodborn angel and ended in ambrosia.”

I never dared dream of you, Ivy. I never thought a man like me deserved such a gift

For her, love would only ever have a single face, and it was his