• In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he'd been back then. But she had the grown male. She had him right in her arms, and for a brief moment of whimsy, she imagined that she was never, ever going to let him go.

    J.R. Ward (2011). “J.R. Ward The Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 5-8”, p.2677, Penguin