A pang of deep longing ripples through me. I’m torn between my promise to send Aydan to the Abyss and my need to keep him safe. The opposing forces fragment what remains of my mind,...

My thoughts war. Part of me needs to protect her; part of me wants something else. Something vile. Wrong.

What is love, Mikayel? Isn’t it the most irrational of all human emotions? And the one most forbidden?

Each memory rips through me, and although I stow myself against the emotions, I can’t prevent the pain that accompanies each image. Pain for a love never acknowledged, pain for a friendship now gone. Pain...

Every spot his mouth touches closes the empty spaces inside.

The questions push me further into the space in between, the place where my madness lays waiting for me. I struggle with each question, determined to extract some sort of answer, an explanation for everything...

My thoughts are quiet, but not calm. There is a terror on the edge of the silence, a terror fed by my burning flesh and the stench of death.

She’s right in some ways. She doesn’t need a shrink. But she does need to remember. I need her to remember; remember and still choose me. Choose us.

There are few things I hate more than feeling weak. Needing help or failing top the list. The worst, however, is knowing that all three just happened.

My mind is quiet now. There is no fire or ash, no sulfur or shattering glass. Only silence, empty and cold.

A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck… sweet. The feel of lips on my own… forbidden.

I’m not certain what I notice first, the bright flickering light that illuminates the darkness underneath my eyelids, or the shrill screams that pull me form the dredges of sleep. Either way, I’m awake. And...

I never mastered anything. I am damaged. Broken. And I always will be.

Ien stopped her voice with more kisses, more promises of a world filled with only them.

Forever. He carved the word into his soul. Kiera was his forever, deformity or no deformity.

She opens her eyes as the fury continues, pinning me with her glare. Her gaze reached into my soul as I spin the music back to the simple melody at its core—our melody. A moment...

I’d accepted my judgment without question. Agreed to live a mortal life. I didn’t know my memories would come with me; didn’t know I’d relive them every day.Death would have been more merciful.

He would die in this room, buried alive by the weight of his life.

Because I traded it all, my heart, my memories, everything. For her.

I press my lips hard against hers, tasting her desire, her pain, her love, her confusion. At once I’m in two lives, two worlds, two places.

She smiles and snuggles into me as we wait for our table. I inhale her scent. Vanilla and something else. Something different. Smokey almost. Sexy. It drives me crazy with need and I have to...

She slips into the seat at our table, refusing to look up at me. I reach for her hand, sending a shiver through me when our finger tips touch. She glances at me, her eyes...