Brogan Ramsay személy

Funny, we'd both been dreaming of the same thing, yet we'd both been dreaming alone. I didn't want to dream alone anymore. I hoped to God she didn't either.

She was the only woman who'd ever made me feel this way. Mo Chroí.

„Hush, mó ghrá.”
Hush, my love.
„Mo aingeal.”
My angel.
„Mó shaol.”
My life.

I was seventeen, but some days I felt seventy.

I would never beg anyone for anythin' again. Not ever again.

Lydia had matured into a stunning woman— even more beautiful than I'd remembered. And back then, she'd had the power to steal my breath right from my lungs.