Then her eyes narrowed. The sun was spilling in the window behind her and Dageus's eyes were golden, dappled with darker flecks. Smoky and sensual, fringed by thick dark lashes, but gold nonetheless. "What is with your eyes?" she exclaimed. "Is it part of being a Druid?" "What color are they?" he asked warily. "Gold." He flashed her another unguarded smile. It was like basking in the sun, she thought, tracing her fingers over his beard-shadowed jaw, smiling helplessly back.
Karen Marie MoningYou need me as much as I need you. That makes us equal partners in my book. Well, your book is just wrong.
Karen Marie MoningVelvet looks horrified. โIf you are fool enough to address King Rโjan, you will do it thus and in no other manner! โMy King, Liege, Lord, and Master, your servant begs you grant it leave to speak.โโ โWow. Totally delusionary there.โ โGood luck with that,โ Ryodan says. โShe doesn't beg to speak, or do anything else. You can lock her up, down, and sideways and itโs never going to happen.โ I beam at him. I had no idea he thought so highly of me.
Karen Marie MoningOh, for heaven's sake, she thought with droll exasperation, this certainly explains a lot. It's no wonder I haven't been able to keep my hands off the blasted man since the day I met him. He's an artifact! A Celtic one at that!
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