It's funny," she said, with a strange hitch in her voice, "but I never wanted to be tied to anyone. Never wanted to be owned or to belong to another person. But now I realize that belonging with someone is completely different. I belong with you, Con." "And I with you." He kissed her, sealing them together with a bond she didn't mind, and one that would never be broken.

And your skin, it tastes like me. I want to taste you everywhere.

My temper is under control," he roared, and yep, that display surely convinced Ares.

He'd always thought Roag was one rat short of a plague.

Yep, ouch. He and apologies didn’t get along.

Oompa-Loompa Land?” He shook his head. “No way. Orange people give me the creeps. I don’t even like fake tans. I’d never be their king.

The problem with having evil minions is that minions are stupid.