Lover Mine (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #8)

by J.R. Ward

“You’re not half the male you could be because of what was done to you. You’re twice what anyone else is because you survived.”

Survivors of similar wrecks could see the horrors of those jagged shoals in the eyes of others. It was like recognizing like. It was two people with the same tattoo on their insides, the divide of a trauma that separated them from the rest of the planet unexpectedly bringing a pair of weary souls closer together.

but she was his missing puzzle piece, the twelfth in his dozen, the first and the last pages of his book. And at some level that was all he needed.