I Thought You Couldn't Make It Here

You Okay Now ?" He Asked. "okay." He Tightened His Arms And Lifted Me Off My Feet. "mercy?" He Growled Into My Ear. I Wrapped My Legs Around His Waist. " Yeah" , I Said. "me Too.

I Can't Protect You From Knowledge.

Being A Martyr Is Highly Overrated.

Fortunately, He'd Found That Most People Were Easy To Locate At Five Thirty In The Morning. .

If There Was Such Evil In The World, Was It Possible That There Was Good, Too?