Keylanne Rodrigues

“Oh, God, Judd.” She squeezed his hand. “I felt the…shadow of that, an echo. If what I felt was diluted, how are you still conscious?”
“Why did you feel it?” Protective instincts roared to life. “We aren’t mated.”
Her shattered eyes went wide. “Are you sure?”
His heart actually stopped for a second, he wanted so much for her to belong to him on the most irrevocable level. “I guess we’ll find out.”
― Nalini Singh, Caressed by Ice

“So you really meant what you said to me yesterday?" Her voice rose. "I should find myself a nice wolf and settle down?"
He fought off the rising incursions of dissonance, the razor blades sliding through his brain stem and traveling down his spine. "That would be rushing things.”
― Nalini Singh, Caressed by Ice

“How do you balance the two halves of your self—the priest and the soldier?" The light and the darkness. It was not a question he should've asked, not a possibility he should've considered, but it was done and now he waited. Because he needed the answer.

"The same way you balance your todays and tomorrows. With hope and forgiveness.”
― Nalini Singh, Caressed by Ice

“What do you ask from Judd in exchange for giving sanctuary to the kids?'
His pale eyes iced over. 'Judd is a fully trained Psy assassin with experience in covert wet work. I’d be a fool if I didn’t utilize his skills.' She choked back a cry. 'How can you ask that of him?' An alpha looked after his own.
He didn’t destroy them. But maybe Hawke didn’t consider the Laurens his own. After all, and for reasons she’d never known, he hated the Psy as much as her brothers did.
His face gentled, an unexpected softening of harsh masculine lines. Closing the distance between them, he cupped her cheek. 'He is who and what he is, Brenna. If you want something different, you shouldn’t be with him.'
'He’s the only one I want to be with.'
'Then accept his beast like you do your own.”
― Nalini Singh, Caressed by Ice