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“Tohrment spoke. "Bella's brother called. He's tabled the sehelusion request and asked that she stay here for a couple of days."

Z jacked his head up. "Why?"

"He didn't give a reason-" Tohr's eye's narrowed on Z's face. "Oh... my God."

"What the fuck are you looking at?"

Phury pointed to the antique mirror hanging on the wall next to the double doors. "See for yourself."

Zsadist marched across the room, ready to give them all hell. Bella was what mattered-

His mouth went lax at his reflection. With a shaky hand he reached out to the eyes in the old-fashioned leaded glass. His irises were no longer black. They were yellow. Just like his twin's.

"Phury?" he said softly. "Phury... what happened to me?"

As the male came up behind him, his brother's face appeared right beside Z's. And then Wrath's dark reflection showed up in the mirror, all long hair and sunglasses. Then Rhage's star-fallen beauty. And Vishous's Sox cap. And Tohrment's brush cut. And Butch's busted nose.

One by one they reached out and touched him, their big hands gently on his shoulders.

"Welcome back, my brother," Phury whispered.

Zsadist stared at the males who were behind him. And the oddest thought that if he were to let himself go limp and fall backward... they would catch him.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened

“And then Tohr said softly, "I'm lucky to have found love, I thank the Scribe Virgin every day that Wellsie is in my life."

Wrath's Temper surged, set off by something he couldn't put his finger on. "You're pathetic."

Tohr hissed. "And you've been dead for hundreds of years. You're just too mean to find a grave and lie down."

Wrath threw the leather jacket on the floor. "At least I'm not pussy whipped."

Nice. F*cking. Suit.”
― J.R. Ward

“Maybe I could do it."
Darius shot him a dry look. "You want to try to get back into your house after the fact? Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend."
Tohrment winced. "Good point."
"And then she'll come looking for me."
Both males shuddered.”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“Courtesy of their tempers, both were now dressed in the Captain Asshole costume鈥攚hich included, for no extra charge, the cape of disgrace, the booties of shame, and keys to the Fuck Up mobile.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“Tohr took a pull of his beer. 鈥淲hat the hell is this?鈥�
鈥淲hen Harry Met Sally.鈥�
Tohr lowered the longneck from his mouth. 鈥淲hat?鈥�
鈥淪hut it. After this, we鈥檙e going to watch an episode of Moonlighting. Then An Affair to Remember鈥攖he old-school one, not that stupidity with Warren Beatty. Then The Princess Bride鈥斺€�
Tohr hit the switch by his hip and straightened the chair up. 鈥淥kay. Right. Have fun with this鈥�”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“God, I miss you,鈥� he said in a voice that cracked. 鈥淓very night. Every day鈥�”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“He didn't say anything. Didn't try any of the hugging bullshit, either, which was just as well.
Instead, he placed a wooden case next to Tohr on the bed, exhaled some Turkish smoke, and went back for the exit like he couldn't wait to get out of the room.
Except he stopped before he left, "I gotchu, my brother," he said to the door.
"I know, V. You always have.

~Vishous and Tohrment Lover Reborn”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“Abruptly, she yanked the covers over her crippled one, hiding it from him.
Tohr marched right back over to her, and resolutely pulled the duvet back where it had been. Tracing the badly healed wounds with his fingertips, he met her squarely in the eye.

"You're beautiful. Every inch of you. Don't think for a moment there's anything wrong with you. We clear?"

"But-"

"Nope. I'm not hearing that." Bending down he pressed his lips to her shin, her calf, her ankle, tracing the scars, caressing them. "Beautiful. All of you."

"How can you say that," she whispered blinking back tears.

"Because it's the truth."Straightening, he gave her a final squeeze. "No hiding from me, okay. And after I feed you, I think I'm going to have to show you just how serious I am."

That made her smile....then laugh a little.

"That's my girl." he murmured.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“Man, that did his ego good. Matter of fact, she hit him with anything like that again, he was going to feel like he could bench-press a city bus. With a jet plane on its roof.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“I always root for the monster.”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“There was a soft chiming sound, which meant, tragedy of tragedies, the angel had just popped himself up onto the countertop. 鈥淪o, what are we doing tonight? Wait, let me guess, sitting in morose silence. Or, no鈥ou鈥檙e mixing it up. Brooding with soulful intensity, right? What a fucking wild child you are. Whoo. Hoo. Next thing you know, you鈥檒l be opening for Slipknot.鈥�
With a curse, Tohr stood up and went over to turn on the shower, hoping that if he refused to look at the loudmouth, Lassiter would get bored more quickly and move on to ruin someone else鈥檚 afternoon.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Avenged

“End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for a home.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“Parking himself on the chaise lounge, he stared at the gown that Lassiter had handled so roughly. The fine satin was bunched up in waves, the disorder creating a wonderful, shimmering display over on the bed.
鈥淢y beloved is dead,鈥� he said out loud.
As the sound of the words faded, something was suddenly, stupidly clear: Wellesandra, blooded daughter of Relix, was never filling out that bodice again. She was never going to put the skirting over her head and wriggle into the corset, or free the ends of her hair from the lace-ups in the back. She wasn鈥檛 going to look for matching shoes, or get pissed off because she sneezed right after she put her mascara on, or worry about whether she was going to spill on the skirting.
She was鈥� dead.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“If you鈥檝e bullshitted me, angel, I鈥檓 going to kill you.鈥�
The other male rolled his eyes. 鈥淚鈥檓 already dead, idiot.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“Tohr: "Doesn't have to be easy to be right."
John: "In that case, we're meant for each other.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

“Staring down at his button fly, he tried to find another explanation. Maybe he'd thrown a clot? A cock clot... or maybe... shit... There was no way he could be attracted to another female.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Reborn

“Why can鈥檛 I use my laptop to take notes?鈥� To which the Brother Tohrment had replied, 鈥淏ecause the tap-tapping of a keyboard makes me want to get my shotgun. Do you feel like having a cranial leak tonight?鈥�

Ward, J.R. (2015-12-01). Blood Kiss: Black Dagger Legacy (p. 229). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.”
― J.R. Ward, Blood Kiss

“You鈥檙e just too mean to find a grave and lie down鈥�-Tohr to Wrath.”
― J.R. Ward, Dark Lover

“The guy was cracking down on the Brotherhood, organizing shifts, trying to turn four loose cannons like V, Phury, Rhage, and Z into soldiers. No wonder he always looked like his head hurt.”
― J.R. Ward, Lover Awakened