The Reverend grinned, his fangs flashing. "You know, I've heard this rumorโฆ about a member of the Brotherhood who's celibate. Yeah, go figure, a warrior who abstains. And I've heard a few other things about this male. He's down to one leg. Has a scarred sociopath for a twin. You wouldn't by any chance know of such a Brother?" Phury shook his head. "Nope.
J.R. WardV shook his head. โRemember what you saw in that clearing, cop? Howโd you like that anywhere near a female you loved?โ Butch put down the Bud without drinking from it. His eyes traveled over Rhageโs body. โWeโre going to need a shitload of steel,โ the human muttered.
J.R. WardIโm talking to you more than I speak with my mahmen.โ โI thought your mother was dead.โ โShe is.โ โYou have a very low standard for communication.
J.R. WardCursing herself, she said, "I'm going to man up here. I'm going to so be twenty-one. You're not going to believe how tight in the head I'm going to be. Really. For real.
J.R. WardQhuinn gave in immediately, as he was categorically incapable of denying the female anything โ most certainly not one of her hugs. They were even better than her lasagna.
J.R. WardQhuinn looked at each of the hoods again. How ironic, he thought. Nearly two years ago, an Honor Guard of black robes had been sent to him to make sure he knew his family didn't want him. And now, here these males were, come to draw him into a different kind of fold-- that was every bit as strong as that of blood.
J.R. Ward