She narrowed her eyes and concentrated on his mouth. Name. He wanted her name. She had to think about it for a second before she remembered. Great. She must have hit her head. Which, duh, explained the headache.

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

Hellboy?” “What?” “Touch me. Make me forget all this.” He was on her in an instant, took her down to the floor before she could blink.

Now, con said grimly, "I go to kill a werewolf and claim my woman." ~Con

Harvester might have a halo, but dear, sweet Lord, she was no angel in the sack. Awesome.

I'm also a sex demon. I didn't go blind when I took a mate

Lu-cy...you have some s'plainin' to do. ~Gem