We are none of us perfect, and...we learn to take these imperfections and make them only a small part of who we are

We are none of us perfect, and...we learn to take these imperfections and make them only a small part of who we are

Wizards are a secretive lot.

A king who trusts no man is weak.

This was not a man who wanted to give up his mate. This was a man trying to do the honorable thing—and give her a choice, no matter hiw much it cost him.

There is something incredibly arousing about being wanted. I pulled my hand back and sucked in a deep breath. “Adam,” I said.

You are a sick, sick man,” I told him. “Thank you,” Ben replied, looking modest.