The Savior (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #17)

by J.R. Ward

“Fuck you.” “You always wanted to—” Phury jerked Murhder back around. “This is not helping.”

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Just two vampires, looking for the undead, ready to enjoy some good old-fashioned bloodshed. Besties.

If you were loved, if you had people who cared about you, you could be by yourself and never feel alone. But if no one cared? You were isolated even in a crowd.

Great loss, like death, required time to become real. The brain needed to get trained in the absence, the never again, the there-but-now-gone.