With that, he looked over his shoulder. Blay's breath shot out of his lungs. "Oh... my God," he whispered.

That is a beautiful tuxedo,” Phury announced as he and Z pushed the door wide. “I have one just like it .” “Fritz has the candles lit,” Rehv said from behind the twins. “Hey, nice tux. I haveone just like it.” “Me, too,” Phury agreed. “The fit is fantastic, isn’t it.” “The shoulders, right? Tom Ford is the best—

No stonger allies no greater friends no bigger fighters of honor could a king behould then these assembled afore me mine brothers mine blood

"Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you.""Better yet, why don't you just kiss me..."

Life is such a glorious trauma, is it not?

What the—Have you been crying?" Tohrment demanded. "Are you all right? Dear God, is it the baby?" "Tohr, relax. I'm a female, I cry at matings. It's in the job description." There was the sound of a kiss. "I just don't want anything to upset you, leelan." 'Then tell me the brothers are ready." "We are." "Good. I'll bring her out." "Leelan ? " "What?" There were low words spoken in their beautiful language. "Yes, Tohr," Wellsie whispered. "And after two hundred years, I'd mate you again. In spite of the fact that you snore and you leave your weapons all over our bedroom.

In an earlier life, were you a pair of brakes?" "Try a brick wall.