Maybe that's what love is. Giving others the power to hurt you and trusting they'll use it to heal you instead.

From the back came an unearthly, satisfied chuckle. All I could see in the rearview mirror was a dark shadow with red goat-slitted eyes. Fear slithered throu.

I was so used to pretending to be something I wasn't, it shocked me to be seen for what I was.

What life she had left could be measured in hours. Small recompense though they were, they belonged to me now. I had only to claim them.

I only snatched him to get your attention,” I said. “Now that I’ve got it, this is what I want.”“Damn my dame!” Al shouted, hands raised to the ceiling. “I knew it! Not another list!

Let Ian laugh. Let him believe pain will ruin me. I know better. I've already been ruined once, and I know how to rise from the ashes. I know how to find my broken pieces.

I reach up and pat them both on the head. 'Poor things. If you had a boy that looked like Logan, you'd be kissing him every chance you had, too.

Uh... ,' Ivy stammered, and I glanced up to see her eyes wide in consideration.'I'm kidding,' I said. 'It passed the lethal-amulet test, remember?'Not that. You keep it in your underwear drawer?'I hesitated, wondering why I was embarrassed. 'Well, where do you put your elven magic?' I asked.

Sylph and Jodi return to my side, each carrying a cloth sack full of chickweed. I wrap my arm around Sylph's waist and give her a quick squeeze. 'Lesson's over for today. I have something to discuss with Logan.'Sounds serious.' Jodi wiggles her brows at me.'I think that's just Rachel for 'I need to go kiss my boy.'' Sylph laughs when I glare at her.

And for me, it means honoring those who've loved me and sacrificed for me by choosing to be the kind of warrior who delivers justice even when it threatens to hurt me.