Shadowfever (Fever #5)

by Karen Marie Moning

I stroked the sheet upon which he’d scrawled his threat. I loved this sheet of paper. I loved his threat.

It’s not a faucet. Love’s a bloody river with level-five rapids. Only a catastrophic act of nature or a dam has any chance of stopping it—and then usually only succeeds in diverting it.

every time he’d touched me, my world had dwindled down to one thing: him.

I smell him, I think of sex.

I’d walk through hell and back, smiling, as long as he was beside me.

I was going to unmake this world and replace it with another, so I could have you back.”