#lydia

It means that you are my freedom, love." "Yes," she whispered. That was it exactly. "And you are mine. ↗

— Meredith Duran

#lydia #meredith-duran #freedom

By gad, is that you, Ainswood? I haven't seen you in a dog's age. How's the gout? Still troubling you? ↗

— Loretta Chase

#lydia #vere #age

Verbal blows cut to the soul and ate at the heart for eternity. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#lydia #seth #dreams

Lydia: Strange how you always remember the pain someone gave you, but seldom the hurt you caused them. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#dream-hunter #guardian #lydia #pain #dreams

She frowned. "I don't understand" "You can't love me. No one does" The sincerity in his voice and expression was heart-wrenching. He truly couldn't fathom anyone caring about him. Not even her. ↗

— Sherrilyn Kenyon

#love

Canada is lovely," she breathed against his lips. "And you are lovely." His laughter ghosted into her mouth. "That's my line, Lyd. You are supposed to think me handsome ↗

— Meredith Duran

#lydia #meredith-duran #love