On the Edge (The Edge, #1)

by Ilona Andrews

“Sometimes two people meet and there is a connection of sorts. An instant attraction. You look at somebody and wonder what it would be like.

For lack of a better word, Declan radiated masculinity. The “depend on him in a dark alley” kind of masculinity. The “hit the bad guy with a chair before he shoots us” kind of masculinity. If they were attacked, he wouldn’t hesitate to put himself between them and the danger, because that’s what men did.

“Why wouldn’t I? She was in trouble, and it was in my power to help her. That’s what any reasonable person would do.

“Life is so precious because it’s short,” she said. “Even the most resilient people are fragile. Life isn’t about dying or not dying. It’s about living well, George. Living so you can be proud and happy.”

“Friends make the world bearable. It’s an honor of sorts. Of all the people that a person knows, they pick you to be their friend, and you try to be worthy of that friendship.

“Often wrong, but never in doubt. Once you decide what you need to do and how to go about it, you can’t afford to second-guess yourself. You just do it.”

“I would give all of myself to keep you safe.

I love you, and you’re the measure of my wrath.”