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“People only listen when women expose their pain, I suppose. Why do you think it’s like that?”
“You didn’t survive Huxton because of worthiness, Emma.” He looks at her. “I don’t know how you survived. But what really matters is that you’re surviving now, in spite of everything. That survival is all down to your strength of character and will. That survival makes you a fucking force of nature.”
the irony that she has to claim connection with one man to avoid another.
“Monsters don’t always look like something from a horror movie. Mostly, they just look like… normal guys.”
“I came here with you to show you,” Travis blurts suddenly. “I want you to see that you can trust me. That I’m on your side. That I choose you. Emma, I would choose you over an FBI order every time.”
Something else he has never seen before: Emma, open. Tears leaking down her cheeks as she clasps his hand and bends closer, presses her forehead gently to his. And my god, what he feels for this girl. His torn heart leaps inside his broken chest, and it should be painful, but somehow it isn’t. He releases her fingers so he can cup her cheek, swipe her tears with his thumb—her skin is soft as she leans into his hand. “Travis,” she whispers, and this is another revelation.
