Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.

When she didn't continue, he shrugged. "Just let me bring you coffee. I want to wait on you. Makes me happy

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.

Christ, don't you ever knock? It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?

I do not crave this" But he needed it before he became a danger to himself and others.

I always root for the monster.

Destiny had a 518 area code..who knew." - Ehlena