In her lived an innocence of soul of which she seemed unaware.

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

"So decisive", he murmured in that calm tone that had adrenaline flooding her body, the primitive part of her brain conscious she was in the presence of a predator. "Got your eye on someone?" She didn‘t know what made her say it. "No. But I have no plans to die a virgin."

...his lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.

No more chances, Golden Eyes. You’re mine and I’ll draw blood to enforce my claim.

it seems Montgomery could not help himself when it came to this vase. I'm afraid he has a weakness for beautiful things and has been known to relocate an item if he feels it is not being accorded the proper appreciation. Once he 'relocated' an ancient sculpture from the home of another archangel.

Can I bite you here, too?