He didn't say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I'd been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat on the stool and realized that I had my loyalties, too.

I didn't like anyone except me having their hands all over him. There had been possession in Wolf's touch, and Adam belonged to me.

Don’t lick the guests, darling. Bad manners.

I would slay dragons for you,” he told her. “I suspect that finding an unoccupied bedroom will be easier.

Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron.

It is one of those lessons that every child should learn: Don't play with fire, sharp objects, or ancient artifacts.

Over the years, she'd learned not to question him to closely—mostly because he wouldn't answer her.