Dearest Ivie (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #15.5)

by J.R. Ward

“It’s Silas.”

the thing that was even more vivid than when you hit was the last moment before consequence owned you.

“How is it you’re still tall even though you’re sitting down?”

and a bloodline back to the first time the Scribe Virgin sneezed.

“FYI, this is the best I’ve ever done at playing tennis.”

“When I’m next to you, yes, it is.”

“But I will see if you’ll meet me for dinner tomorrow night.” When she glanced at him, he put his palms up. “Public place. Let’s say Sal’s Restaurant.

1st mention of Sal's Restaurant

“Well, you would be dead. So yes, necrophilia is creepy.”

“If you don’t want to me to be with your family, I understand.”

Typo

The end is going be soon and it’s already getting ugly—”

Typo

Rubes emtered with a tray of meds.

Typo

She didn’t fight the tears this time, even though she did believe that patients in comas were more aware of their surroundings than their level of consciousness suggested.

Dammit! Even though this is my 2nd read..... It still made me cry here!!