Within a few minutes the plane was dipping and rising in a way that made her stomach roll uncomfortably.
Deidre looked from Harmony to Selyn, wishing she knew how to diffuse the situation in a way that Selyn was able to escape.
He looked pissed as it was, his unusual golden eyes swirling in a way not even remotely human.
They understood each other in a way no one else ever could.
She craved him in a way that nearly crippled her.
