Harvester’s heart soared. Reaver had offered to castrate an archangel for her. How sweet was that?

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

Did you accomplish anything in your meeting with Kynan and Arik?” Limos, looking proud of herself, bobbed her head excitedly. “I broke Arik’s ribs.” Reaver exhaled on a deep sigh. “Anything else?

Man who hates cats is insecure, but a man who likes them is one worth keeping. If he can appreciate a cat, he can appreciate a strong, independent woman.

...and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush. He needed to kill something.

Because make no mistake, Serena. I do bite. ~Wraith

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.