Weโd 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, Iโd won his respect. Iโd had werewolves love me and hate me, but Iโd never had one respect me before. Not even Samuel. Adam respected me enough to act on my suspicions. It meant a lot.
Patricia BriggsAre we going to Portland?" I asked. "Or Multnomah Falls?" He smiled at me. "Go to sleep." I waited three seconds. "Are we there yet?" His smile widened, and the last of the usual tension melted from his face. For a smile like that, I'd...do anything.
Patricia Briggs