Angie's Gladiator (Icehome, #4)

by Ruby Dixon

"You were thinking of me when you saw this?" "I always think of you." His voice grows in confidence and defiance.

“Strength does not always mean fists, my heart. Sometimes it means waking up to endure another day.”

I want her to gaze upon it with that wonderful shine in her eyes and then turn to me with the look on her face that makes me feel as if I am so much more than just a gladiator, a clone who dares to reach above his station for a female.

Vordis shakes his head. “I am a’ani. We are nothing to everyone.” “Not true. You’re everything to me,” I tell him softly.

“I love you as well.” The words are human, but they come easily to my lips. What I feel for Angie is more than love. She is…everything. She is the suns in the skies and the fresh air, the perfection of fresh snow on the ground, and the beauty of the stars in the night, and yet she somehow outshines all of them when she smiles.