Dmitri clearly gives good . . . blood.
Flirt with him if you want, Honor, but you're mine.
You refused to fall in love with anyone else, Dmitri.” A whisper with the impact of a gun-shot. “So I had to come back for you . . . husband.
Fine. But remember, little rabbit, not a word to anyone." He moved close enough that the dark heat of him lapped against her in a quiet threat that made her glad for the blade. "I'm not a nice man whe...
Do you know where Jason is?” she asked Dmitri when they exited the morgue. Dmitri pressed the car remote to unlock the flame red Ferrari parked in the employees-only lot. “Tired of your Bluebell alrea...
But it was the dark hunger in his tone that got to her. Damn kinky vampire had actually liked the
I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt?
In my time,” he said, “they believed in witches. Are you a witch, Honor, that you make me say these things to you?” Causing him to rip open wounds that had stayed safely scabbed over for so long that,...
