Christine Feehan Quote

Holding each other, the rain cooling their bodies, they laughed like children. I expected steam this time, Jacques said, crushing her to him. Can you do that? Shea fit the back of her head into the niche of his sternum. One hand idly slid over the heavy muscles of his chest. Make us so hot we turn the rain to steam? He grinned boyishly down at her, for the first time so carefree that he forgot for a moment the torment he had suffered. She made him invincible. She made him vulnerable. Most of all, she made him alive. No, really— what they did, those others. They were like fog or mist. Can you really do that? Shea persisted. I mean, you said you could, but I thought maybe you were delusional. His eyebrows shot up. Delusional? Jacques flashed a cocky grin, held out his arm, and watched as fur rippled along the length of it, as the fingers curved and extended into claws. He had to make a grab for Shea as she scrambled away from him, her eyes enormous. Jacques was careful not to hurt her with his strength. Stop laughing at me, you brute. That’s not exactly normal. A slow smile was beginning to curve her soft mouth. She couldn’t help but be happy for the innocent joy he found in each piece of information that came to him, each new memory of his gifts. It is normal for us, love. We can shape-shift whenever we like. She made a face. You mean all those hideous stories are true? Rats and bats and slimy worm things? Now, why would I want to be a slimy worm thing? He was openly laughing. The sound startled him; he couldn’t remember laughing aloud. Very funny, Jacques. I’m so glad you find this amusing.