Qhuinn wanted to say,
Holy shit . . . They’d joined the war.
The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the ma...
And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been.All that came to him was...
His stare shifted back over to Qhuinn. The guy's huge body was arching into the human woman, his broad shoulders and his tight hips and his long, powerful legs guaranteeing her one hell of a ride. He...
Rough times. Qhuinn shrugged. And I'm not interested in saints.Really? You're in love with one, Layla chimed in.As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed. Damn straight I am, he sai...
One thing, though, Qhuinn murmured.What?The voice that came out his throat was unlike anything he'd ever heard from himself before. If any guy breaks your heart or treats you like shit, I will bust hi...
The male who'd just arrived laughed as he embraced Qhuinn. You have a way with words, cousin. I would say...trucker meets sailor crossed with a twelve-year-old.
God...this was who he loved, he thought. And always would. It was the thrust of that stubborn jaw, and the dark, slashing eyebrows, and those piercings up his ear and in his full lower lip. It was tha...
Especially as Blay’s face came to mind. So beautiful. So very, very beautiful. It seemed silly and emasculating to call the guy that, but he was. Those damn lips were the problem … nice and cushioned...
Qhuinn would reach out and touch the bandage … and then he would let his fingers wander off the gauze and the surgical tape onto the warm, smooth skin of Blay’s stomach. Blay would be shocked, but in...
When they got to thew bottom of the stairwell, they stopped dead. Blay's father was facing off with a lesser, a Civil War sword in one hand, a dagger in the other. Behind his Joe Friday glasses, his e...
In the Old Language, she hissed, If any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you unti...
And it was kind of funny to see all these professional fighters unwilling to get within a mile of the female. Then again, if you wanted to survive doing the work they did, accurate risk assessment was...
No Last Meal for you guys, either. Guess we have that in common. Someone bust out the pom-poms and cheer for the team. Yay.
I catch you without your again, I'm turning you in.Qhuinn cursed. Yeah, and then I'll get fired. Which means V'll Donald trump my ass with a dagger. You're welcome.
As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.
And what do you know, John's hands flew through the positionsof ASL in various l-got-this combinations.Is he deaf the guy behind the cash register asked in a stagewhisper. As if someone using American...
Blay was the closest thing to an angel Qhuinn had ever come near.
Hey, baby, how would you like a partner in crime-Back off, Blay barked. He's with me.Abruptly Qhuinn's spine straightened: It was amply clear from the cold blue fire spitting out of Blay's eyes that t...