“ Gary. Gregori drawled the name slowly and sat back in his chair, totally relaxed. He looked like a sprawling tiger, dangerous and untamed. Tell us about yourself. I work a lot. I’m not married. I’m re… Christine Feehan
“ Savannah handed the glass to Gregori, her eyes anxious. Gary touched his neck. He felt a little dizzy, and there was a burning sensation on the side of his neck, but when he touched his pulse, his han… Christine Feehan
“ Is it like this everywhere you go? Gary asked. Pretty much. Savannah shrugged calmly. I don’t really mind. Peter always— She broke off abruptly and brought the steaming cup to her mouth. Gregori could… Christine Feehan
“ Am I going to crave blood, raw steak, that kind of thing? Gary asked, straight-faced. Well, actually… Savannah started. I do not have rabies. Gregori silenced her with a look. I am not contagious. All… Christine Feehan
“ When he lifted his head, Savannah nearly pulled him back to her. He watched her face, her eyes cloudy with desire, her lips so beautiful, bereft of his. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, Sav… Christine Feehan
“ Beau allowed the boat to stop, so that they bobbed gently in the water. It’s funny you should ask about that particular tale. The man who gave me the tickets for your concert was very interested in th… Christine Feehan
“ Gary was looking from one to the other in alarm. What is it? Remain calm. Savannah is very sensitive to evil. She can feel it, and I can touch it through her, but I cannot detect it within the room my… Christine Feehan
“ Gregori turned the power of his silver eyes directly on her face. Your father and I have lived over a thousand years, . Why would you think you should have the knowledge of the ancients? You are a bea… Christine Feehan
“ As if reading his mind, she smiled happily up at him. Gary really came through for us, didn’t he? Absolutely, . And Beau LaRue was not so bad either. Come, we cannot leave the poor man pacing the swam… Christine Feehan
“ Her enormous eyes were staring straight into his silver ones. He couldn’t look away, couldn’t let go of her hand. He couldn’t have moved if his life depended on it. He was lost in those blue-violet ey… Christine Feehan
