Christine Feehan Quote

Raven paced restlessly across the floor of the cabin, sending Jacques a little self-mocking smile. I’m very good at waiting. I can see that, Jacques agreed dryly. Come on, Jacques— Raven made the length of the room again, turned to face him— don’t you find this even a little bit nerve-racking? He leaned lazily back in his chair, flashing a cocky grin. Being caged up with a beautiful lunatic, you mean? Ha, ha, ha. Do all Carpathian males think they’re stand-up comedians? Just those of us with sisters-in-law who bounce off walls. I feel like I am watching a Ping-Pong ball. Settle down. Well, how long does something like this take? I thought he implied he’d be in and out of the hospital in two minutes, Jacques. What could have gone wrong? Mikhail was very upset. Mikhail did not actually say anything went wrong, did he? Jacques asked, blankly innocent. Raven’s large blue-violet eyes settled on Jacques’s face thoughtfully. Jacques squirmed under her suspicious, steady gaze. There was far too much intelligence in her enormous eyes to suit him. He held up a placating hand. Now, Raven. Don’t you now-Raven me. That brother of yours, worm that he is, male chauvinist unequaled in modern times, told you something he didn’t tell me, didn’t he? Leaning back with studied casualness, Jacques tipped his chair to a precarious angle and raised an eyebrow. Women have vivid imaginations. I think you have a suspicious nature due to your American upbringing. Intellect, Jacques, not imagination, she corrected sweetly. My American upbringing made me incredibly intelligent, and believe me, I can spot one of your pathetic Carpathian plots to protect the helpless woman from information you consider would make her fragile little delicate self unnecessarily fearful. He grinned at her. Carpathian males understand the fragile nature of women’s nerves. Women— especially women— just cannot take the adversity that we men can. I think I should have enjoyed meeting your mother. How a woman could manage to raise two domineering tyrants like you and Mikhail is beyond me. His dark eyes laughed at her. But we are charismatic, sexy, handsome, and right. Raven hooked her foot around his chair and sent him crashing to the floor. Hands on hips, she regarded him with a superior glint. Carpathian men are vain, dear brother-in-law, she proclaimed, but not too bright. Jacques glared up at her with mock ferocity. You have a mean streak in you, woman. Whatever happened to a soft, sweet, Try the Dark Ages.