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

I might not be Silent any longer, but I still have the perfect poker face.

Your love is a fierce thing, Elena, a thing with claws and teeth when it comes to protecting those you claim.

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

Blood for life. Life for life. Changeling justice.

Oh yeah, that’s the one who kept watching me as if she was waiting for me to grow fangs and try to eat her. I couldn’t help it—I used my claws to scratch my nose. Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.