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" In the middle of the night, she'd woken up with a memory of her grandmother's voice ringing in her ears. "When it happens," the older woman had said, holding on to Jenna's hand with surprising strength for someone with one foot in the grave, "and it will, don't stay in the cities. She can find you in the city. Too many eyes and whispering tongues that no one can see. Run to the woods, far away from everything and everyone you ever knew. Run, girl, run as far and as fast as you can. "
― Deborah Blake , Dangerously Charming (Broken Riders, #1)
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" They sat in silence for a moment. Then Jenna said," The son of a god, huh? That explains a lot."
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
Jenna smirked at him, a mischievous look in her sparkling blue eyes. "You know, the whole super strong, ridiculously gorgeous thing. But obviously you've been told that a lot over the years. I don't expect it means much anymore."
A voice far in the back of head said something faint about bad ideas, but he hit it with a large mental stick until it sputtered and shut up.
"It depends on who says it," he answered, and bent his head down and kissed her. "
― Deborah Blake , Dangerously Charming (Broken Riders, #1)
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" At Jenna's questioning glance, he explained, "As the White Rider, I used to wear all white. Few people here have ever seen me dressed in any other way. I wouldn't wonder that most of them could be standing right in front of me, wearing these clothes, and not even look twice."
Jenna grinned at him. "Not if they're female, they won't. I doubt there's a woman alive who would not look twice at you, babe."
He snorted, absurdly pleased by the flattery, although he tried not to show it. "We'll just have to try and stay away from women, then, won't we? "
― Deborah Blake , Dangerously Charming (Broken Riders, #1)
