You’re just too mean to find a grave and lie down-Tohr to Wrath.
If you’ve bullshitted me, angel, I’m going to kill you.The other male rolled his eyes. I’m already dead, idiot.
There was a soft chiming sound, which meant, tragedy of tragedies, the angel had just popped himself up onto the countertop. So, what are we doing tonight? Wait, let me guess, sitting in morose silenc...
Tohr took a pull of his beer. What the hell is this?When Harry Met Sally.Tohr lowered the longneck from his mouth. What?Shut it. After this, we’re going to watch an episode of Moonlighting. Then An Af...
He didn't say anything. Didn't try any of the hugging bullshit, either, which was just as well.Instead, he placed a wooden case next to Tohr on the bed, exhaled some Turkish smoke, and went back for t...
Maybe I could do it.Darius shot him a dry look. You want to try to get back into your house after the fact? Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend.Tohrment wince...
Tohr: Doesn't have to be easy to be right.John: In that case, we're meant for each other.
End of the day, the quick and the dead are the same. Everyone's just looking for a home.
Parking himself on the chaise lounge, he stared at the gown that Lassiter had handled so roughly. The fine satin was bunched up in waves, the disorder creating a wonderful, shimmering display over on...
Tohrment spoke. Bella's brother called. He's tabled the sehelusion request and asked that she stay here for a couple of days.Z jacked his head up. Why?He didn't give a reason- Tohr's eye's narrowed on...
Abruptly, she yanked the covers over her crippled one, hiding it from him. Tohr marched right back over to her, and resolutely pulled the duvet back where it had been. Tracing the badly healed wounds...
Man, that did his ego good. Matter of fact, she hit him with anything like that again, he was going to feel like he could bench-press a city bus. With a jet plane on its roof.
Courtesy of their tempers, both were now dressed in the Captain Asshole costume—which included, for no extra charge, the cape of disgrace, the booties of shame, and keys to the Fuck Up mobile.
Why can’t I use my laptop to take notes? To which the Brother Tohrment had replied, Because the tap-tapping of a keyboard makes me want to get my shotgun. Do you feel like having a cranial leak tonigh...
The guy was cracking down on the Brotherhood, organizing shifts, trying to turn four loose cannons like V, Phury, Rhage, and Z into soldiers. No wonder he always looked like his head hurt.
Staring down at his button fly, he tried to find another explanation. Maybe he'd thrown a clot? A cock clot... or maybe... shit... There was no way he could be attracted to another female.
God, I miss you, he said in a voice that cracked. Every night. Every day…