Professor Lyall, cursing his Alpha for departing so precipitously, balled up the piece of paper and, after minor consideration for the delicacy of the information it contained, ate it.

[She] lost her patience, a thing she was all too prone to misplacing.

The important question is, what will your wear for a wedding dress, Alexia? You look horrible in white.

She filed the image away as an excellent and insulting question to ask the earl at an utterly inappropriate future moment.

These things, regrettably, are bound to occur when one is married and befriended.

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

I suspect it may be like the difference between a drinker and an alcoholic; the one merely reads books, the other needs books to make it through the day.