My mom never recovered the loss of her mate. It ripped the soul from her body and she lost her mind.” “But you were meeting her for lunch? The other day–” “At the home, Rhi. Where she’s been locked away for the last twenty-five years.” She doesn’t bother telling me she’s sorry. She leans over me and presses her lips to mine, and it’s exactly what I need. “It won’t happen to us,” she says against my mouth. “No,” I say. I’m damn determined it won’t. Because, damn it, I do love this girl. For all her brattiness and snark, for her sharp tongue and her naivety. I love her. I love her for her smile,
...more
