Nick, fetch my car, fetch my clothes, sweep the chimney, make my bed, watch my psychopath, fetch my slippers.
Sherrilyn KenyonHere you’re just a person…one with a life force that can feed us all. (Misery) Baby, I’m not worth the indigestion. Trust me. (Fang)
Sherrilyn Kenyon(As she entered the main room, Syn turned around in his chair and almost fell out of it as he scanned her body. He cleared his throat and cut an appreciative look to Nykyrian.) Dayum…woman be hot. (Syn)
Sherrilyn Kenyon