Is there anything else you need to tell me?” Every time I look at you, I have to put a leash on myself. “No.

Curran and I mixed about as well as glycerin and nitric acid: put us together, shake a bit, and hit the deck as we exploded.

Perhaps I just wasn't scary enough. Maybe I should invest in some horns or fangs.

Oh, Gods." His eyes shone with want and predatory satisfaction. "The name's William. It's a common mistake.

Two years? That's entirely too long. If you want, we can take care of that. After two years it's pure therapy.

Too much excitement, Your Majesty?” I asked. “He was standing too close.” “He was asking about Andrea.” “Too close. I didn’t like it.” Curran wrapped his arm around my shoulders and started walking, steering me away from the group. His Possessive Majesty in all of his glory.

Aha! So I’m not crazy.” “You are most definitely crazy,” Derek said. “But in a deranged, endearing way.