Ah, Ivy, thought Alexia happily, spreading a verbal fog wherever she goes.

Lord Maccon was built like a brick outhouse, with opinions twice as unmoving and often equally full of crap.

But I don't want to be a vampire drone.' Sophronia winced. 'They'll suck my blood and make me wear only the very latest fashions.

Lord Maccon, might we have words on the proper tying of a cravat? For my sanity’s sake? Lord Maccon was nonplussed. Professor Lyall, on the other hand, was pained. “I do what I can.” Lord Akeldama looked at him, pity in his eyes. “You are a brave man.

Alphas simply did not grovel; arrogance was part of the job description.

I am entirely capable." "Of what, waddling up to someone and ruthlessly bumping into them?

It was a constant source of amazement to Alexia that the only thing she had ever done in her entire life that pleased her mama was marry a werewolf.