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“Choking back emotion, I turned my eyes to the ground. "I don't want to say good-bye." "Then don't." If only it could be true. I blinked hard, but two tears escaped, anyway. I kept my face down so he wouldn't see. "Then what do we say, Yahn?" He set his hand beneath my chin and gently turned my face forward. His eyes were warm and sad and beautiful. "We say egogahan," he whispered, wiping the tears from my cheeks. "In our tongue , it means, 'until we meet again.'" I know I shouldn't, but the words tumbled out in a trembling murmur. "And will we?" A small smile brightened his face. "Perhaps, Maggie Davis. Perhaps.”

Maggie DavisRelicRenee CollinsYahn
Book:Relic
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“I wasn’t all that sure God existed because there was no explaining why He hated me so much. It wasn’t as though He’d learned not to like me; it was more like one of those insta-hates that only intensified without any reason. And He loved screwing me over. Like it was His favorite pastime or something. Like He really had nothing else better to do than fuck with my life. Just when I thought there wasn’t one more obstacle He could throw my way, He proved me wrong. More than God loved screwing me over, He really loved proving me wrong.”

Maggie Davis
Book:The Silent Cries of a Magpie
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“I wasn’t sure what was happening, but the hairs on my arms stood on end and it was as though he suffused the air with electricity. Maybe it had something to do with adrenaline. There was no way was it because of…him. Right? We stood, orbiting each other, not speaking—as usual. I was a mere foot from his broad frame, the late day sun hitting his bronzed skin just so and the breeze carried his spiced scent right to me, warming the muscles low in my belly, speeding up my traitorous pulse. Ah, hell. It was totally because of Mason Scott. I should just punch myself in the lady parts or start banging my head against the wall because Jamey was right. There was no denying what he could do to me. For weeks, I’d fallen asleep to those green eyes. For weeks, I’d taken those memorized photographs of him and built him up in my head, imagined things I had no business dreaming about. I was physically attracted to Mason Scott. And now that I knew him, the kind of man he was, how cruel he could be, I couldn’t turn it off. I had let the fantasy go on for too long.”

Maggie DavisMason Scott
Book:The Silent Cries of a Magpie
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“My grin tipped up on one side. “I’m sorry. Who asked about the television screens in my truck?” Her lush lips thinned. “And how long did it take you to pick out the watermelon? Thirty minutes?” “Twenty-nine,” I shot back. “And it’s the best fucking watermelon I’ve ever had. Worth every minute.” A single brow quirked. “You want a medal?” I leaned over the counter and she met my stare. I wasn’t sure what was happening, but it seemed like the air cracked with electricity, heating my skin, quickening my pulse. This couldn’t be normal. Maybe I was getting sick. I’d overheated in all of the seventy-eight degrees outside. Yeah, that had to be it. “I’d love one.” It was so fast, I almost missed it. Her gaze dipped to my mouth before dropping to the island again. “There isn’t any more room on your shelf for one more medal.” “I’ll just put up another shelf.” “I’m sure you would.”

Maggie DavisMason Scott
Book:The Silent Cries of a Magpie
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“It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that I’d been denied this. It wasn’t fair that I knew the second this was over, I’d miss it so much it would hurt. In another lifetime, one that wasn’t so cruel, the Scotts could have been my parents. What that would have been like to be given smiles instead of bruises. To be embraced in a hug and not restrained for a punishment. To be read a bedtime story instead of hiding in my closet until I knew I’d be spared. To be snuggled with and not left in the corner, cold and ignored. They would dry my tears instead of causing them. They would speak words of love and not ones to wound my soul. And when the nightmares came to haunt me, their arms would have held me tight and protected me instead of becoming the very thing I ran from. But life was cruel and these parents weren’t mine. I’d only known hurt and loneliness. Scars had marked my skin instead of kisses. Words of hate had filled my ears. Fear was my world and every waking moment was the nightmare.”

Maggie DavisThe Scotts
Book:The Silent Cries of a Magpie
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“Will there be anything else? Want to know my blood type? Time of the month? Social security number?” Thinking that over, I nodded. “And your astrological sign would be helpful.” “If you want to know any of that about me, it’s time you get a hobby. Maybe start a navel fluff collection, take up extreme ironing, or dress like a pirate.” “I’d make a damn fine pirate.”

Maggie DavisMason ScottScott ShenanigansThe Scotts
Book:The Silent Cries of a Magpie
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