The Finisher (Dark Verse, #4)

by RuNyx

"And in the end, we were all humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness." -Christopher Poindexter

“Yes, ma’am.” “Oh, for heaven’s sake, stop calling me that.” “Yes, ma’am.”

"I want to eat your smile, sunshine," he said against her mouth. "Swallow it whole and light up my insides with it."

“I might not remember you,” he whispered, his lips almost at hers. “But you’re my wife now. Mine. And I’d bathe this whole city in blood before I let you change that.”

“You know how a rainbow is made?” Zephyr frowned. “When sunlight passes through a raindrop.” “My life has been nothing but gray for as long as I remember,” he told her softly. “Rainstorms and thunder clouds that never went away. You filtered through that, all bright colors and exuberance and life. And the clouds are still there, but my eyes can’t leave the rainbow long enough to see them. You changed things. And I’m not letting that go, Zephyr. I’m not letting you go. Get that out of your head right now.”

“I didn’t realize how much I missed your touch. You gave a starved man a feast every day until he forgot what hunger felt like, and then took it away.”