I realized that I'm a child.William looked point-blank at her chest. No.
She surveyed the carnage behind him. Did you have fun?He showed her his teeth. Yes.
Did I hurt you in the parking lot?No, m'lady. I fell, so I could put a tracker on your car.Great.
That's all right, she told him. I can manage. I can sleep outside just fine.Four pairs of eyes looked at her with a distinctly male skepticism.
He had the prettiest hair she had ever seen on a man: dark brown, almost black, and soft like sable, it fell down to his shoulders. She wondered what he'd do if she threw some mud in it. Probably kill...
Oh, I don't know. I might grow on you.She furrowed her pretty eyebrows. Like a cancer?Like a favorite vice.
If you don't explain it all to me, I might strangle somebody. Of course, Raphael might like that...
You say the sweetest things. And that spaghetti perfume you're wearing is to die for. No hobo could resist.She snarled. Heh.
He glued the chair to my ass.Silence.Is it still...attached?I can't get it off.
Doode, George said.He'd practiced all morning but still didn't get it quite right. Nope, more , less . Duuude.Dude.Dude.Okay, dude. George nodded. How's it hanging? Jack asked. How am I supposed to an...
Some women waited for a night in shining armor. She, apparently, had ended up with a knight in black jeans and leather, who wanted to chase her down and have his evil way with her.
Ask a man how much a dollar is worth, and he'll tell you, 'Almost nothing.' Try to take a dollar away from him, and you'll get yourself a fight.
Stealers, keepers.
Oh, Gods.His eyes shone with want and predatory satisfaction. The name's William. It's a common mistake.
Just stay close to us. If we get in trouble, we'll kill everything.
At the door, Audrey called, Are you coming?No, just breathing hard, love. He glanced at her and was rewarded by an outraged glare, followed by, Oh, my God!
A forest, William said, his expression distant. Where the ground is dry soil and stone. Where tall trees grow and centuries of autumn carpet their roots. Where the wind smells of game and wildflowers....
William's eyes glowed like two amber coals. She met his gaze and flinched. No emotion reflected in the amber, only intelligence, cruel in a way the eyes of a hunting Mire cat were cruel. She saw no wo...
How is it different?He rolled his head back, sable hair falling down on his shoulders. With Rose I knew what to say. I could take a step back and talk to her. I remembered all the crap from the magazn...
I know you'll tell me to fuck off, but I think Curran loves you. Truly loves you. And I think you love him, Kate. That's rare. Think about it--if he really stood you up, why would he be so pissed off...
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