Illium, with his wings of silver-kissed blue and a face designed to seduce both males and females, not to mention his ability to do the most impossible acrobatics in the air, would provide a worthy diversion. The fact that he’d decided to ditch half his clothing was just icing on the cake.

Truth was a tool. It should never simply be said. No, it had to be bent, twisted, colored, until it became a weapon.

I can smell blood, Elena,” Dmitri drawled, walking back into the room. “Are you trying to flirt?

His kiss held his heart. It broke hers.

I want no blood from you--not until we're both sweaty and naked and you're screaming my name.

You refused to fall in love with anyone else, Dmitri.” A whisper with the impact of a gun-shot. “So I had to come back for you . . . husband.

If I were to splay you out on my desk and thrust my fingers into you right now, I think I’d find different.