Blanka Reznikov

“Pressure on my shoulders forced me to stop reliving the memory. Hands. Dean’s hands, I realized. He brought his face very close to mine. “Stay in control,” he said, his voice steady and warm. “Every time you go back there, every time you see it—it’s just blood, just a crime scene, just a body.” He dropped his hands to his sides. “That’s all it is, Cassie. That’s all you can let it be.” I wondered which memories he relived over and over—wondered about the bodies and the blood. But right now, in this moment, I was just glad that he was here, that I wasn’t alone.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Naturals

“I turned to see Dean with the gun still in his hand. He was aiming at me. No. No no no no no no no. And that was when I heard a voice behind me and realized that Dean wasn’t the one holding the gun that had gone off. He wasn’t aiming at me. He was aiming at the person standing behind me. The one who’d shot Michael. He was aiming at Special Agent Lacey Locke.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Naturals

“Figure out if Dean makes you feel the way I do, if he’ll ever let you in, and if you want him to, because the next time my lips touch yours, the next time your hands are buried in my hair—the only person you’re going to be thinking about is me.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Naturals

“Sofa, chairs, pillows, rug, I thought. And he chooses to sit on stone.”
― Jennifer Lynn Barnes, The Naturals