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

Payne nailing him in the face woke him up. George brought him back his independence. But Beth handed him his crown.

It was the wife, John thought. And she was giving this tough guy a tongue-lashing. And the man was taking it. "Okay. I love you. Bye." Tohrment flipped the phone closed and put it in his pocket. When he focused on John again, he clearly respected his wife enough not to roll his eyes and make some macho, shithead comment about pesky women.

Besides, the mhis that surrounded the compound could scramble anything from GPS to Santa Claus.

“Doesn't have to be easy to be right.” In that case, we're meant for each other.

From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now." And he was, with a smile.

Don't think I was the only reason he healed. You're his light, Marissa. Don't ever forget that.