The Highwayman (Victorian Rebels, #1)

by Kerrigan Byrne

“My soul recognized your soul—and was reborn. I knew there was something behind those eyes, beneath those gloves, that would give back to me what I’ve been missing all these years.”

“I have worked with nothing but men for over a decade,” she informed him. “I know exactly how to dismantle them, and how to put them back together. You think it’s difficult? I would have built him back up, Murdoch. We could have had the future that was stolen from us.” She took the tall seat at the desk.

“I thought I could live without you. But there is no life without you. Only existence. And that is a greater hell than what awaits me after death.”