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" Eventually, the room was cleared, and we stood there together, chests heaving, a spray of shifters and humans on the floor in front of us. We weren’t entirely undamaged—I’d taken a bruising shot to my right thigh, and Ethan had slices across his belly where he’d been caught with the edge of a bar of steel broken from someone’s office chair.
But we were alive.
We glanced over at each other. I was just about to speak, but before I could get out words, his hand was at the back of my head, his mouth pressing against mine. The intensely possessive kiss left me gasping for breath, but even as he pulled back, his fingers stayed knotted in the back of my hair. "
― Chloe Neill , Twice Bitten (Chicagoland Vampires, #3)
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" Grief was a miserable emotion. A friend once told me the hurt that came with the end of a relationship was painful because it was the death of a dream— the future you’d imagined with a lover, a loved one, a child, or a friend. That loss was its own painful, nearly tangible thing. You had to reimagine your future, perhaps in a different place, with different people, doing different things than you might have first imagined. In my case, it was imagining a future without my best friend— without Mallory. "
― Chloe Neill , Twice Bitten (Chicagoland Vampires, #3)