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At that moment, I didn’t care how needy it looked, I collapsed in his arms, and my topsy-turvy world righted itself. All the anxious thoughts that had taken up residence in my brain without permission vanished. The constantly moving negative energy swirling around my daily life, causing chaos and distortion, settled. Aslan centered me like no one else had ever been able to do. I closed my eyes and absorbed the sensation of his tender, loving arms surrounding me.

Okay. So. 6 books in and I finally cried like a baby. If you’ve read this book you likely know which part got me. I wasn’t excited about going back to more relationship angst, but it ended up being one of my favorites in the series. The touch of angst made things interesting, and I thought the murder mystery was way more exciting and intriguing than the case they solved in book 5.

I love Quaid a lot. Like so much. He’s one of my favorite book characters ever, probably. So it goes without saying that he can do no wrong in my eyes, and whenever there’s a problem, I take Quaid’s side in the fight, lol. Aslan really has had some great character development throughout the series, but sometimes… My god, he goes from a 43 year old intelligent homicide detective to a blob of goo with zero emotional intelligence.

I loved him to death, but some days, I wished he wasn’t so overanxious and prone to vulnerable moments like this.

Like, what do you mean?? Of fucking course he’s anxious and vulnerable, you just lied to his face! You’re literally the problem here!