shane: so is world war fifteen over out there? claire:i think so

And Myrnin seemed quite taken with that, Claire thought; she’d never seen him look at anyone with quite that much admiration. It surprised her that it made her feel a little … what was that? Jealous? Couldn’t be.

Pics or it didn't happen." "Dude, little busy for pics. You know, throwing flame.

Myrnin, drive carefully. Understand?" "Of course." He didn't.

It's a sad day when Myrnin is the safe choice, she thought. Apparently, he thought so, too, because he gave her a long, troubled look before pressing his thumb to a glass plate inside the room and opening the door.

Jealous?" "Maybe." "No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.

God, I needed you," he murmured. "I can't even tell you how many times I thought about this. The funny thing is, I don't need you any less now. I think I need you more." ~Shane~