I split the omelet between the plates and stopped when Curran's arms closed about me. He pulled me against him, pressing my back against his chest. I heard him inhale my scent. His lips grazed my temple. Here we were, alone, in my kitchen, holding each other while breakfast cooled on the table. This was some sort of alternate universe, with a different Kate, who wasn't hunted like a wild animal and who could have these sorts of things. "What's up?" I asked softly. "Just making sure you know you're caught.
Ilona AndrewsHe said โwomanโ in the same way Iโd say โMmmmm, yummy chocolateโ after waking up from hunger pains and finding a Hershey bar in an empty refrigerator.
Ilona AndrewsMy tablecloth was missing in action and long, jagged scratches covered the table's surface.The scratches looked suspiciously like letters. I climbed on a chair and looked at it from above. MINE. Oh, that's great. Fantastic. So mature. Perhaps he would pull my pigtails next or stick a tack on my seat.
Ilona AndrewsThe vampire stared at me, his mouth slack as Ghastek assessed his options. I took a couple of forms from my desk, put them into the vamp's mouth, and pulled them up by their edges. "What are you doing?" Ghastek asked. "My hole puncher broke." "You have no respect for the undead.
Ilona AndrewsYouโre touching me,โ I chided him. He caressed my back, sliding his hand down, hitting every sensitive point I hadnโt even known I had. โNo, this is touching you. That was just accidental contact.โ โOh? Good to know. If you touch me again and I break your arm off, you can be sure it will be completely accidental.
Ilona Andrews