“Zackary Connor's office building was made of glass, endless windows giving the impression of being outside. It was exactly how I liked nature--air conditioned and bug free.”

“You owe me.""What do I owe you? All the things I gave you. How I took care of you. Money, information...pleasure. I denied you nothing. If I could give it to you, I did.""You gave me things that cost you nothing. It certainly didn't seem to be a hardship to fuck me.”

“How come she couldn't have a nice supernatural life like the girls on Charmed or even Buffy? They all had friends. Even on Supernatural, the boys had each other. What did she have? Nothing, but one damed traitor after another.”

“Do you know how often people tell me that? And they always look just as surprised. It's really irritating”

“And then he kissed me. Softly, like a friendly, nice-to-meet-can-I-strip-your-clothes-off-and-bury-myself-inside-you-kind of kiss.I finally pulled back, but I didn't want to and hoped that I had been able to convey a yes-you-can-and-why-haven't-you-done-it-already response when I'd moaned and shoved my tongue into his mouth.”

“Cer sighed. “The bravado of you, Lucaius,” he said, like a father disappointed in his son. “Thistime will be different because you are in my land, at my mercy, and stripped of all defenses.”“You will make me blush.”

“He was beautiful, like looking at a favorite piece of artwork. Not something one can own, but something in a faraway museum, where she would have to go halfway around the world, push through crowds on people, just to catch a glimpse of his unreal splendor.”