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I'm sorry, Butch croaked. Oh God, I'm so sorry... V put his arm out and curled it around the cop. Pulling the male close to his chest, he laid his head down on his buddy's. It's okay, He said roughly. It's all right. It's okay...You did the right thing.
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If you're going to insist on being reasonable, I'm going to stop hanging with you.
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Man, you cannot be real, the human said softly. Why not? You just can't. She laughed a little. Well, I am. He cleared his throat again. Offered her a lopsided grin. Mind if I ask you to prove it? How? Can I touch your hair?
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She did nothing to try to control the shakes that rattled her body,and didn't attempt to stop herself from crying. Tears left both of her eyes at the far corners,slipping out and flowing over her temples.Some landed in her ears. Some eased down her neck and were absorbed by the pillow.Others clouded her vision,as if they didn't want to leave home.
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You are perfect for a female. Not where I come from. Then they're using the wrong standard.
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But Tudor mansions on manicured grounds didn't look right with their grand front doors wide open to the night. It was like a debutante flashing her bra thanks to a wardrobe malfunction.
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What are the rules, The cop said. There are none. Vishous spread his stance and braced himself. Do whatever you want...but you have to break me. You've got to tear me apart.
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Sometimes IVs and pills weren’t always the best course of treatment for the injured. Sometimes all you needed was the touch of the one you loved and the sound of their voice and the knowledge that you were home, and that was enough to drag you back from the brink.
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The weight of the dead was heavier than the pounds of the body.
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You are so . . . odd. I shall take that as a compliment. -Thor to No'One
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When he frowned again, she was fairly sure that the nomenclature did not please him, and she found herself wishing she had been birthed to other syllables.
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And love … love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too.
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I can't... I find that I can't concentrate. On anything. I can't really... Rhage's eyes drifted to Zsadist. How do you live with it? All the anger. The pain. The...
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...Bringing the very heavens close enough to touch. It was Zsadist. His eyes closed, his head back, his mouth wide open, he sang. The scarred one, the souless one, had the voice of an angel.
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Good? No, that didn't go far enough. She'd made him feel… alive. Awakened.
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Because I was, and I remain, utterly and completely and totally…in love with you.
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Yanking his inner manwhore back to the land of polite conversating, he forced his hands to stop
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Nothing that passes between us will ever be wrong. Come back to me.
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Marissa laughed, utterly delighted with her mate. Later. Food first. Butch settled back immediately, like she'd called his lust to a heel and it behaved because it wanted to be a good boy. As she left, the cop's eyes followed her with rank hunger and adoration. V shook his head. You are a total sap.
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He tasted each one of them. The raw power and majesty of Wrath. The vast strength of Rhage. The burning, protective loyalty of Phury. The cold savagery of Zsadist. The sharp cunning of Vishous.
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