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384 pages, Paperback
First published October 8, 2013
Jenny leaned in to examine herself in the mirror...She was still the Jenny with hazel eyes and prominent cheekbones under a mane of wavy brown hair. There was nothing remotely interesting about her face. In fact, the only notable thing about her appearance was the small starburst-shaped birthmark on her collarbone. She was always surprised that no one else seemed to notice it when she was so acutely aware of its presence.
In fact, the only notable thing about her appearance was the small starburst-shaped birthmark on her collarbone. She was always surprised that no one else seemed to notice it when she was so acutely aware of its presence.
You're a daughter of the Order, Jenny. In fact, the only mortal child of a member we know of. It's quite possible that your power is every bit as strong and...unique as that of your mother.
Finally, still out of breath, Nikolai looked down at his body, the white shirt now transparent and stuck to his muscled chest, his jeans conforming to his thighs like a second skin.
She saw the love in his eyes. The resolve.
"You are mine." He spoke against her lips. "You always have been. You always will be."
"My mother saw to it that I didn't grow older while I was healing. I only started aging again when I came [to the present]."
But seeing Nikolai had become necessary. She found that she could get through anything if she knew when they would next be together. He was a lifeline.
She had known him forever and ever. Had waited for him as he had waited for her.
She forced herself to take a step away from him even though the idea of being separated for even a few hours made it hard to breathe.
In the bright sunlight of Ben's foyer, her conversation with Nikolai seemed like a dream. But Ben was real, and for a split second, she thought about telling him everything.
Ben was...interesting. And attractive. But he wasn't Nikolai.
"We have time. Right?"
His expression was somber but he reached across the counter and took her hand, squeezing it and saying exactly the thing she needed him to say.
- Amanda Gray, Endless