Jennifer L. Armentrout

“You miss her, don’t you?”
Luc laughed, but it was without humor. “With every single breath I take.”

“It won’t be easy, but I have a lot of practice when it comes to multitasking the stupid, the inane, and the important.”

Those beautiful, downright tempting amethyst eyes met mine. “I think you’re starting to like me.”

“Did you love her, Luc?”
His eyes closed, and that beautiful face was stricken. Utterly broken wide open as he reopened his eyes and said, “With every breath I take.”

“You were all my good memories.”

From this moment until the last moment, I am yours.”

The next time you go out, wear better shoes and thicker clothing. Those slippers are likely to be the death of you, and that dress…the death of me.”

Sometimes remembering those who died means facing your own mortality,

The pain and anger were still there. But Hawke was so warm, and his embrace was…gods, it felt like hope, like a promise that I wouldn’t always feel this way

my head doesn’t…go quiet. It replays things over and over,”