Why are you sad, Dorian?" He couldn't lie to her. "The leopard wants you to see it.

And he realized... that fragile, mortal life wasn't just important to him. It was more important than his own.

There is a dark music in the screams of your enemies.” (Raphael)

A few minutes?" Feeling suddenly shy, she crossed her arms over her chest. The smile on his face widened, becoming touched with the feral wildness of the cat. It made thinking difficult. "I believed males needed a longer recovery time to mate." "Not this kitty cat." Rising to his feet, he said, "Get ready to play.

She was more than willing to let him walk off his temper. And the man had one, even if he wasn't willing to admit it.

She crushed it, telling herself she was going to add Big in front of her Idiot tattoo.

Holding her gaze, he closed the final distance between them and went down to his knees, that beautiful bruised face looking up at her.