Fury (Mercy, Book 4)

It’s low level, just enough to animate, but so utterly

Ryan glares at me through the doorway. ‘Get these people out of here!’ he yells.

Still shaking, I head up several steps to the window above our landing, needing to see for myself. The narrow

I shake my head.
‘You scare me, Ryan Daley. Even more than those demons outside that scream for my death. How is it that I want what you want? I’ve spent an eternity feeling powerless. Love did that to me — robbed me of all control. I never expected to feel this way again. I don’t want to feel.

Sacrificed by the hand of the one who was supposed to love me more than life itself.
And though I might carry the mark of the exile upon my burning flesh, I am not guilty as Lucifer was guilty.
Pride I had, and vanity.

They say that the mind is the last thing to die. But the way … the way is in the heart.