And maybe that's love, too - feeling the other person's hurts like your own.

I'm glad she's not faking affection. It's more honest than what her husband is doing, at least. Dislike is an emotion I can respect.

Adrian', I whispered, my tears starting to flow faster.His head snapped up--and then he moved with his incredible speed, gripping me in those powerful arms. Tilting my head back and covering my mouth in a bruising kiss that made joy rip through me with all the intensity of the pain I'd felt before. When he finally broke away several minutes later, I could hardly breathe, but I still managed to speak.'I love you,' I choked out. 'I love you, I love you, I love you--'His kiss cut me off again, and this time, I wasn't crying when I kissed him back. I was smiling.

If you could see my thoughts, you could see our faces.

Plan B?' Ivy said. 'What is plan B?'Jenks reddened. 'Grab the fish and run like hell,' he muttered, and I almost giggled.

I'll never see Ivy alive again.But she's still everywhere. In every drop of bubbling swamp water. In every leaf hanging from every tree. In every speck of swamp mud. In every blade of grass. In every gift she left behind for me: two sacks of miscellaneous objects, a grass bracelet, her home, her love, and my life.A swamp angel named Ivy lived in my backyard. And now she doesn't.But wherever she is, I know she's watching me.Just like the angel she's always been.

I don't hate you,' I tell her. And I honestly don't. Because love can't be faked when magic's involved. Ivy didn't push me out of the way just to gain a soul. She didn't force anything. It was all her choice to save and lo.

Pet,’ Brutus repeated. ‘Bitch.’ ‘Don’t be offended,’ I said. ‘He calls everyone that.’ I winked at Brutus.

You can't come in.'Luna Morgan met her daughter's plaintive gaze with a blank one of her own. 'What do you mean we can't come in?'I have a guest,' Ivy said.'Is he naked?' Max asked, wrinkling his nose.'Who?'Your guest,' Max said.'It's not a man,' Ivy said, rolling her eyes. 'Get your mind out of the gutter.

How would you feel about sharing your bed?' she asked. Tristan blinked. 'Excuse me?' 'He'd love to!' Gary said. Tristan shot him a look, 'Good,' said Ivy, failing to notice Gary's wink. 'Ella can be a pillow hog, but all you have to do is roll over her.