I gained everything. Or at least I'll think so," he growled, suddenly impatient, anxious, "when you give me a bloody answer to my bloody question. How many times are you going to make me ask you? Will you marry me, Gabrielle O'Callaghan? Yes or yes? And in case you're still managing to miss the point, the correct answer is 'yes.' And, by the way, anytime you'd like to tell me you love me, I wouldn't mind hearing it.

He knows what I'm thinking. Always. We're connected. The atoms between us ferry messages back and forth.

He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.

It seemed Barrons had finally gotten his cake and eaten it too.

When you know who I am. Let me be your man.

I’m Pri-ya again. I always will be with this man.

What is trust, sidhe-seer, but expectation that another will behave in a certain fashion, consistent with prior actions?