He dinna act like an Alpha." "He does in some areas.

She was no closer to determining who might want her dead. There were just too many possibilities.

I suppose that saves us from having to determine what to do with a butler who goes around killing people. It certainly reflects badly upon our domestic staff. Still, I shall miss him. There was a man who knew how to brew a good cup of tea.

His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.

Classic author moment, "Oh dear, did I kill that character or not?

My petal. Westminster’s toy had tea issues. Thank Biffy and Lyall. Toodle pip. A.

The voice was low and tinged with a hint of Scotland. It would have caused Alexia to shiver and think primal monkey thoughts about moons and running far and fast, if she'd had a soul. Instead it caused her to sigh in exasperation and sit up.