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

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

He really wished she would stop fingering the brick.

I'm giving you a free shot at my blood and you're playing hard to get? What kind of vampire are you?" When Wraith just stood there, Kynan rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on. My blood's eighty proof. You want it. You know you do.

You can't truly hate someone you've loved. You can only hurt.

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

I'll listen to you, but you need to treat me with a little respect. Because it doesn't sound like I'm a pawn. Sounds like I'm more of a queen." A vein in his temple began to throb, and she grew bolder, the sense of power emanating from the mark on her chest filing her with the mettle she'd lost after the break-in two years ago. Lowering her voice to a tense whisper, she nipped his earlobe. "Checkmate.