Bonds of Justice

We fit, you and I,” he whispered looking into that haunting gaze. “Two broken pieces making a whole.

Dorian gave a smug grin. “My mate thinks I'm the most gorgeous leopard she ever saw.” “Show us the footage before your head explodes,” Lucas muttered, but his own cat was grinning to see Dorian so happy. The sentinel had been latent most of his life, unable to shift into leopard form. Now that he could, he did so at every opportunity. “Have you managed to catch a rabbit yet?” A single eloquent finger. “Fuck you.” Lucas snickered. “What about trying for a turtle?” Dorian lunged out of the chair and went for Lucas’s throat.

Take care of my heart won't you, Sophie? It's a little odd having it outside my body-but I'm planning to steal yours to make up for it.

You can drive.” When he raised an eyebrow, she said, "I've had enough contact with human males to realize you seem to have a congenital inability to function while a female is at the wheel, and I'd rather your full attention be on the case.

Why is it”—she shivered as he kissed the top of her spine, went lower—“that I always end up naked while you remain dressed?” A husky masculine chuckle, his lips moving over her shoulder, his hands on her hips. “Because I'm a smart man.

Taking a sip of the hot chocolate he'd made her, she met his gaze, those eerie eyes of endless black impenetrable, unreadable. "Max?" "Yes?" "Will you remember me?" His heart broke into a thousand pieces. "Always.

Now a small woman, with dangerous curves. I could bite into her.

Max cuffed his brother good-naturedly on the ear as River slid in past him and bent to kiss Sophia on the cheek. “Hello, are you sure you’re with the right brother?” Sophia had never had a younger sibling. But this man with his laughing eyes and bright smile... “Are you making me an offer?

I think,” Sophia said as Max mock-scowled, “I’m going to like having a younger brother.” Reaching out, she slipped her arm into the crook of River’s elbow. “So, tell me all of Max’s secrets.

There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.

Sophia got up, taking one last look at the extraordinary daughter Councilor Nikita Duncan had borne.

Well, Kaleb’s voice whispered in Nikita’s mind, it seems this will make strange bedfellows out of us all.

Max saw the stranger give him the once-over, recognised it for what it was. Women had been making him offers since before he was legal. And he'd learned to turn them down without hurting their feelings ...

care of my heart won’t you, Sophie? It’s a little odd having it outside my body—but I’m planning to steal yours to make up for it. —Handwritten note from Max to Sophia

Ahora que ha llegado el momento, resulta que no puedo decir adiós, que no puedo soportar la idea de dejarte ir. Es una necesidad egoísta y obstinada, pero soy su cautiva.

—No vas a renunciar a mí, ¿verdad? —No —respondió, y lo hizo con absoluta seriedad. Él era suyo, la única persona que había sido suya. Y lo necesitaba, necesitaba a aquel policía que reprimía su dolor con puño de hierro, que mantenía sus cicatrices bien ocultas—. No voy a renunciar a ti. Sus ojos centelleaban. —Buena chica.

Le rodeó la cintura con un brazo, con un nudo en la garganta. —¿De veras? —De veras. —Apoyó la frente en la de él con tierno afecto y le tomó el rostro entre las manos—. Has sido tú quien me ha enseñado que la vida no está grabada en piedra. Somos aquello en lo que nosotros mismos nos convertimos. Su fe en él le desgarraba, convirtiéndole en un hombre mejor.

Si no reclamas a alguien, no pueden rechazarte, no pueden abandonarte, no pueden romperte el maldito corazón.

—Conociéndonos —repitió Max, como si estuviera sopesando sus palabras—.¿Y vas a dejarme entrar, Sophie? —Sí. —Algo muy dentro de ella se removió, algo a un mismo tiempo oscuro... y solitario. Infinita y absolutamente solitario—. Quédate conmigo, Max.

—Sé quién eres —replicó, sosteniéndole la mirada—. No van a espantarme tus "imperfecciones". —Una húmeda película empañó los ojos de Sophia, volviendo iridiscente aquella negrura—. Tú y yo encajamos —susurró contemplando sus ojos atormentados—. Dos piezas rotas que forman un todo. —No era la declaración más romántica, pero salía de su alma—. No voy a perderte.

Haces que me sienta fuerte, me haces sentir que puedo luchar contra el mismísimo destino. Si estás leyendo esta carta, es que he fracasado. Pero has de estar orgulloso de mí, Max; lo he intentado con todas mis fuerzas.

—Vuelve conmigo, Max —le dijo en voz queda. —¿Cómo voy a resistirme? —La miró con seriedad y le dio un beso con tal emoción que a Sophia le dolió el alma—. Tienes cautivo mi corazón.