Christine Feehan Quote

Mikhail paced beside her, studied her averted face. You are going in the wrong direction, Raven. He put his hand at the small of her back to guide her.Raven stiffened, and then twisted away from him. Maybe I don’t want to go back, Mikhail. Maybe I don’t really know who you are at all.There was more hurt than anger in her voice. Mikhail sighed heavily and reached for her, his grip unbreakable iron. We will talk in the warmth and comfort of our home, not here where your body is like ice. Without waiting for her consent, he lifted her easily and moved with a burst of speed. Raven clung to him, her face buried against his shoulder, her slender body shaking with cold and more than a little fear of him, of her future, or what she herself had become.Mikhail took her directly to the bedchamber, lit the fire with a lift of his hand, and placed her on the bed. You could at least have worn shoes.Raven drew his cloak around her protectively, looking up at him from under long lashes. Why? And I’m not asking about shoes.He lit candles and crushed a variety of herbs to fill their chamber with soothing, healing sweetness. I am a Carpathian male. I have the blood of the earth flowing in my veins. I have waited centuries for my lifemate. Carpathian men do not like other men near their women. I am struggling with unfamiliar emotions, Raven. They are not easy to control. You do not behave as a Carpathian woman would.

Christine Feehan

Mikhail paced beside her, studied her averted face. You are going in the wrong direction, Raven. He put his hand at the small of her back to guide her.Raven stiffened, and then twisted away from him. Maybe I don’t want to go back, Mikhail. Maybe I don’t really know who you are at all.There was more hurt than anger in her voice. Mikhail sighed heavily and reached for her, his grip unbreakable iron. We will talk in the warmth and comfort of our home, not here where your body is like ice. Without waiting for her consent, he lifted her easily and moved with a burst of speed. Raven clung to him, her face buried against his shoulder, her slender body shaking with cold and more than a little fear of him, of her future, or what she herself had become.Mikhail took her directly to the bedchamber, lit the fire with a lift of his hand, and placed her on the bed. You could at least have worn shoes.Raven drew his cloak around her protectively, looking up at him from under long lashes. Why? And I’m not asking about shoes.He lit candles and crushed a variety of herbs to fill their chamber with soothing, healing sweetness. I am a Carpathian male. I have the blood of the earth flowing in my veins. I have waited centuries for my lifemate. Carpathian men do not like other men near their women. I am struggling with unfamiliar emotions, Raven. They are not easy to control. You do not behave as a Carpathian woman would.

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About Christine Feehan

Christine Feehan (born Christine King in Ukiah, California) is an American author of paranormal romance, paranormal military thrillers, and fantasy. She is a #1 New York Times, #1 Publishers Weekly, and International bestselling author of seven series; Carpathian (aka Dark Series), GhostWalker Series, Drake Sisters, Sister of the Heart (Sea Haven) Series, Shadow Riders Series, Leopard Series and Torpedo Ink Series. Six of the seven series have made #1 on the New York Times bestseller list. As of January 2020 she has 80 published novels. The first in her Torpedo Ink Series, Judgment Road, debuted at #1 on the New York Times bestsellers list.