The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn's shoulders, carved into that smooth skin in the manner of the mating ritual. Never going to happen. They were destined to be best friends...which, compared to strangers, was something huge. Compared to lovers? It was the cold side of a locked door.
J.R. WardJohn Matthew was her well of soul, as the symphaths called it,or her pyrocant, to the vampires. Her essential weakness.
J.R. WardWhen she didn't continue, he shrugged. "Just let me bring you coffee. I want to wait on you. Makes me happy
J.R. WardWhat brings you onto my property?" Rhev said, cradling his mug with both hands trying to absorb its warmth. Got a problem" I can't fix your personality, sorry
J.R. WardI came to you, Jane. Every night this week, I came to you. I didn't want you to be alone. And I didn't want to sleep without you." -Vishous
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