And clay-caked clothes are so last year.

Nothing says you care for me better than offering to torture my enemies.

I'd like you to make a commitment to me as well. Will you be my mate?

Did she just-" "Yes." "But I don't-" "Yes you do. We both stink." "Well, I'm not-" "Yes. You are." He huffed. "You wont let-" "No. No complaining. Let's go." I grabbed a clean shirt and pants from my saddlebags. "Well, she could have handled it better," he grumped. "No. She couldn't." He settled into a sulky silence as we visited the bathhouse.

What have I earned from you, Valek? Loyalty? Respect? Trust?" "You have my attention. But give me what I want, and you can have everything.

Poisoned, pursued and living with a psychopath. Not what I would consider the good life. Death has its perks.

I didn’t want or expect this. But I couldn’t resist you.