And that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death. Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles. She put a knee on the bench she'd been sitting on and reached over the back to close her hand on Asil's wrist, which was lying across the back of the pew. He hissed in shock but didn't pull away. As she held him the scent of wilderness, of sickness, faded. He stared at her, the whites of his eyes showing brightly while his irises narrowed to small bands around his black pupil. "Omega," he whispered, his breath coming harshly.
Patricia BriggsYes, well," said his da with a hint of a grow that told him just how worried Bran had been about him, "that'll teach you to dodge a bit quicker next time." "Sorry," he apologized meekly as he sat in the passenger seat. "Good," said Bran, shutting the door gently. "Don't let it happen again." -Bran and Charles
Patricia BriggsAre you going to tell me what that was about?โ Adam asked as we went back upstairs. โSometime,โ I told him. โWhen we're telling ghost stories around a campfire, and I want to scare you.
Patricia BriggsDo you have any idea how much I love you?โ he asked. โEnough to accept my apologies?โ I suggested in a small voice. โHeck no,โ he said, and pushed off from the wall, stalking forward. When he reached me, he put his hands up and touched the sides of my neck with the tips of his fingers โ as if I were something fragile. โNo apologies from you,โ he told me, his voice soft enough to melt my knees and most of my other parts.
Patricia Briggs