He hugged her again, before she could put some distance between them. Then the most sneaky wolf in the den lowered his voice and whispered, “But you’ve got an advantage, sweetheart. You’re already in his head. And you know how to mess with it.

You should sit,” Lucas said, and he wasn't talking to Mercy. Sascha stared at him. “I didn't realize pregnancy of four weeks' duration made me incapable of standing upright.” “It makes me incapable of reason.

Life changes us. To wish otherwise is pointless.

To be a legend, you generally had to be dead.

Blood for life. Life for life. Changeling justice.

You," she managed to say hoarsely," are a very bad kitty cat.

She was his and he was hers. They had under-the-skin privileges.