Cโest moi, cโest moi,โtis I,' I told him. It seemed appropriately melodramatic, though I didnโt know if heโd catch the reference. I shouldnโt have worried. Unexpectedly, he laughed. โTrust you to quote Lancelot rather than Guinevere.
Patricia BriggsFor Adam, screwed-up bonding thing or not, Iโd wait forever. โReally?โ he asked in a tone Iโd never heard from him before. Softer. Vulnerable. Adam didnโt do vulnerable. โReally what?โ I asked. โDespite the way our bond scares you, despite the way someone in the pack played you, youโd still have me?โ He'd been listening to my thoughts. This time it didn't bother me. โAdam,โ I told him, โIโd walk barefoot over hot coals for you.
Patricia Briggs