Bone Island: Book of Danvers (Tales of Weeping Hollow, #2)

by Nicole Fiorina

She craved an escape, he craved to be found, two silent hearts thirsty, until they both drowned.

There was pleasure in pain for someone like me—someone who was a pretty shell holding in an ocean of rage.

“I am your first,” I said to him knowingly. He nudged my lips with his. “You are my only,” he corrected.

We could either wear our scars with dignity to tell the world where we’d come from and that we survived, or let these heavy things wear us.

“Everyone dies, some more than once, but the true tragedy, I believe, is life being wasted on the afraid. People abuse time too often. Today, my darling, we are alive.”

“Give yourself to me as I give myself to you, never mind the rest.” “Ourselves as in our bodies? Hearts are off the table?” “We sinful villains don’t have hearts or happy endings.”

“We can survive a lifetime without love, as long as it doesn’t touch us.” “Seems like an impossible task. What happens if it does?” A beautiful smile ripped across his face. “Then, my darling, we become mad fools.”

“What I’m saying is, my darling siren, I’m afraid of what I may do if I’m forced to be apart from you.”

“One cannot live without a heart; but without a soul, most certainly.”

“No, Adora,” he scraped out, gutted, squinting an eye and pointing at me. “No, I’m fucking yours.”

“I’ve tried to stop thinking about you. And I can’t,” he continued, voice torn, chest rising full and falling hard. “I’m terrified of how far I would go to keep you ... and the things I would do for just another second alone with you ... and that I’ll never be able to stop myself when it comes to you.”

“What I feel for you knows no time or place,” he whispered, his warm words ruffling my hair. “My love for you awakened without warning, slowly and in an instant, in one throbbing heartbeat ... and I’m in love with you always, my darling ... Do you hear me?”