You're so very naked," she whispered against his shoulder. He smiled into her hair. "So are you.

Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs. She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought. On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed. Cool.

You want to poof it or ride back with me?

I’m on the benevolent side of antisocial. I don’t mind people, but I’d prefer not to have a lot of them around.

We also mark what's ours. And as I'm not going to see you for twelve hours, I think I'll leave a little more all over you.

I don't do farm animals. Can't stand hay in your leathers? Or wool in my teeth.

His cheeks were slick with tears that spilled over his diamond eyes, a ceaseless flow he neither noticed nor appeared to care about. And she had a feeling it was going to be a while before the leaking stopped-an inner artery had been nicked and this was the blood of his heart, spilling out of him, covering him.