The sh*t's gonna splatter, start buggin, yo..." Mencheres to Cat

Between the money and the illegal merchandise, Bones was getting millions. No wonder he laughed at my salary. -Cat

That’s right, you nasty little vixen, bite me harder." Ian urged.

He’d wanted all of me and that’s what I’d given him. Did it mean I had nothing left? “No,” he muttered, voice thick with passion. “You have me, and I love you.

You hold the ones you love close and fight the battles you can win, and that, Kitten, is how it is.

I have been stabbed, shot, burned, bitten, beaten unconscious too many times to count, and even staked. None of those held a candle to the pain I felt at seeing his mouth on hers.

Mencheres slid through the water toward her, drawn by the same inexorable compulsion that led moths to dance with flames. He'd had several lifetimes' worth of reason, cold machinations, and, ultimately, emptiness. Perhaps the moths knew what he didn't, that the joy of the flame was worth the price of destruction.