The Shadows (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #13)

by J.R. Ward

“She is . . . the moon in my night sky.

before he could turn the stuff off, DJ Khaled’s “Hold You Down” came on. “Wait,” he said. “No, leave it on.” Getting out, he hopped around to her side again, opened the door, and offered her his hand. “Dance with me.” “What?” “Dance with me, my queen.” Sweeping her out of her seat, he led her to the front of the Porsche, into the headlights, pulling her close. Together they moved, bodies shifting, fingers intertwining, the beat transforming the parking place and the wide-open amusement park into a private dance hall. “Forever . . .” he murmured against her. “I’ll hold you down . . .” Trez curled his head onto her shoulder so that his much larger body was all around her, encompassing her, protecting and loving her. Together, they danced in and out of the headlights.