What kind of a woman greets the Beast Lord with 'here, kitty, kitty'?
He raised his hand in a peaceful gesture. "You need to relax a bit, dove. Like Mouse over there. You trust me, don't you, Mouse?"
"Nope!"
"Ahhh, I'm hurt. Nobody likes me.
She crouched with her hand out. What the hell was she doing…
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty."
Oh my God, she was retarded and I was going to kill Jim.
Why a raven?"
"To honor my father."
"The writing under it, is that Cyrillic?"
"Yes."
"What does it say?"
"Dar Vorona. Gift of the Raven. I am my father's gift."
"The raven is holding a bloody sword."
"I never said it was a nice gift.
I gave him my hard stare. You're a control freak and I fight all authority. And you want us to mate?”
A wicked spark lit his eyes. Many, many times.
I'm secure enough in myself to wear panties with bows on them. Besides, they are comfy and soft."
"I bet." He almost purred.
I gulped.
Every time I think you’ve reached the limits of arrogance, you show me new heights. Truly, your egotism is like the Universe—ever expanding.
Curran looked back at me. "Why is it you always attract creeps?"
"You tell me." Ha! Walked right into that one, yes, he did.
I don't want it to be attributed to a loss of control on my part. When I throw you out of the window, I want there to be no doubt the act was deliberate.
I can't give you the white picket fence, and if I did, you'd set it on fire.
It's a reflex. Hear a bell, get food. See an undead, throw a knife. Same thing, really.
Andrea raised her hand. This is the hand that slapped Aunt B.”
Maybe you should have it gold-plated.”
Here, you can touch it, since you’re my best friend.
I gave him a smile. I was aiming for sweet, but he turned a shade paler and scooted a bit farther from me. Note to self: work more on sweet and less on psycho-killer.
I'm a substitute mom."
"You're more like a crazy aunt who only gets called when somebody needs bailing out of jail.
If you come, you better come in force because I will kill every single one of you. My hand won't shake, my aim won't falter. My face will be the last thing you'll see before you die." I jammed my knife into the table and walked out.
You slept with Curran and you didn’t tell me? I’m your best friend.”
It didn’t come up.”
How disappointing for you.”
Ha-ha. That’s not what I meant.
Yes I can,” Curran snarled. Listen: this is me telling you what you will not do.”
I raised the cookbook and tapped him on the nose. Bad cat.
It’s your duty as my best friend to be outraged with me.”
I’m outraged!” I snarled. That bastard!”
Thank you,” Andrea said.
… you expect me to fall on my back with my legs spread."
"Not necessarily…. You can fall on your hands and knees if you prefer. Or against the wall. Or on the kitchen counter. I suppose I might let you be on top, if you make it worth my while.
you might want to decide fast. We live in a dangerous world. If you see a chance to be happy, you have to fight for it, so later you have no regrets.
