“I did not want to voice a word that would lift the cover and reveal that hideous emotion I always felt for her, the underside of love.”

“I loved voices, I always had. Words held meaning, but voices held emotion.”

“Jenna.” Brock stroked the underside of her chin very gently, lifting her face up toward his. “Would it be all right if I kissed you?”

“You want this?" His voice was hoarse."Yes," she said. "Do you?" His finger traced the outline of her mouth. "For this I would have been damned forever. For this I would have given up everything."She felt the burn behind her eyes, the pressure of tears, and blinked wet eyelashes. "Will ...""Dw i'n dy garu di am byth," he said. "I love you. Always." And he moved to cover her body with his own.”

“I told you once,” said Red, “that I wanted to hear your voice. I did not think the first words I would hear would be these.”“Those were not the first words,” I whispered, fighting tears. I would not weep.”

“I love you, Lochlan,” she said, hating the fact that her voice broke as she spoke the words. “I will always love you and you alone.”