She stepped out of reach. “Go put on a shirt and get your mind out of bed.” “Impossible with you around.” “Pretend I’m holding a rifle. In fact, pretend I have you in the crosshairs.” Janvier sighed, rubbing at a jaw shadowed by morning stubble. “I love it when you talk dirty.

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

I know exactly how strong he is... He is like a peacock, spreading his feathers and squawking loudly to distract you from the back that his body is but weak." -Jason to Mahiya

This was the kind of job that made legends out of hunters. Of course, to be a legend, you generally had to be dead.

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

No,” he responded, reaching out to trace the shell of her ear. “They grew back even more beautiful. Blue edged with silver.” Elena laughed at the scowl in his voice.

Love was an agony beyond compare