(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.) Dayumโฆwoman be hot. (Syn)
Sherrilyn KenyonGrace? Are you tipsy? (Selena) Maybe just comfortably toasty. Pop tart toasty. (Grace)
Sherrilyn KenyonWe all have choices. (Astrid) No we donโt, princess. Only people with money and influence have choices. For the rest of us, basic necessity dictates what we have to do to survive. (Zarek)
Sherrilyn KenyonVane passed the mashed potatoes across Bride to Fury, who stared at them with a fierce frown "What are these?" he asked. "Potatoes," Vane told him. "What did they do to them?
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