He sighed. " I don't think an apology will do, Mercy. Because an apology implies that you wouldn't do it again. And, under the circumstances, you wouldn't do anything differently, would you?" "No.

But that was the trouble with ancient artifacts - no one really knew what they did.

Over a lifetime of dealing with difficult women, I have learned it is often better to give into their demands immediately.

Tim was dead. And he's always been a loser. I'd be damned if I was going to be the victim of a loser - or anyone else.

Sometimes I think I live more closely to the past than the present.

She open her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his figures continued playing with out pause.

We’d spent years as adversaries, two predators sharing territory and a certain, unwelcome attraction. Somehow, during all those years I spent outwardly acquiescing to his demands while making sure I held my own, I’d won his respect. I’d had werewolves love me and hate me, but I’d never had one respect me before. Not even Samuel. Adam respected me enough to act on my suspicions. It meant a lot.