Grace

“So he stayed. He didn't ask her to talk. Or eat. Or sleep. Or calm down. They simply existed in thee same space for a while; she was a ship drifting aimlessly about, and he was the lighthouse that she occasionally found herself looking for when she needed to see something real. Something solid.
An anchor”
― S.M. Gaither, The Song of the Marked

“If you remind me again that some fellow had the gall to sample your charms, then disappoint you, I will be cleaning my pistols, Susannah Haddonfield.”
― Grace Burrowes, Will's True Wish

“I f**king get it, " I snarled. "You think I'm your property."

He squeezed my foot, hard. "No. You are the fuel to my flames and the anchor for my f**king soul. What you are to me is not an object, but a sanctuary.”
― Lola Glass, Capturing the King of Flames

“I’m . . . a little afraid.” She pressed her forehead to his chest as she shivered. “Not of the pain, but what it might mean if I truly did set myself free.” “I swear to you that if you fall, I’ll catch you. But I know that you aren’t going to fall. You’ll soar.”
― Eva Leigh, The Good Girl's Guide to Rakes