Beard in Hiding (Winston Brothers, #4.5)

by Penny Reid

Freedom at the direct expense of another person’s wellbeing was the worst kind of evil. It was selfishness masquerading as liberty, hypocrisy wearing the clothes of perseverance and grit. I wanted none of it.

I was already on the run for one murder. What difference would a second one make?

“I can’t think about my life without you being part of it.”

“When I think of the future, I think of you and me. I can’t see any other path for me.”