No.โ He wouldnโt lie about that. Not to her. And not because sheโd rip him to pieces when she discovered the truth. โI canโt give you forever.โ The nibbling increased in intensity, leaving a bead of blood in the center of her mouth. โBecause weโre not a good match?โ Of course she would remember every insult heโd ever thrown at her. โYes.โ โThen what can you give me?โ โHere. Now.โ Something his body craved more with every second that passed.
Gena ShowalterStrider's bedroom "The only thing hanging on the wall that wasn't a weapon was the portrait just over the bed. No. Not true, he thought then. The portrait was a weapon, too. Of seduction. In it Strider was utterly naked and whisking through the cloads like an avenging angel. He was holding a teddy bear in one hand and a stream of pink ribbons in the other. Anya had given him the nearly life-size monstrasity as a joke. But the joke was on her. He loved the thing.
Gena ShowalterWhile Maddox now believed the demon did not want to hurt Ashlyn, he wasn't willing to take a chance. He would talk about flowers and moonbeams - he cringed - if it meant maintaining this delectable inner peace. "Is there a way to break your death-curse?" Ashlyn asked. So much for flowers and moon-beams.
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