Bloomsbury Publishing

“Because,” he went on, his eyes locked with mine, “I didn’t want you to fight alone. Or die alone.”

People are wrong when they talk of love at first sight. It is neither love nor lust. No. As she walks away from you, what you feel is loss. A premonition of loss.

His eyes locked on mine, wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock—pure shock flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back a step. Actually stumbled