“Ren grinned. “So… you and lady tigers, eh? Is there something you want share, Kishan?”Kishan shoved a forkful of dinner into his mouth and mumbled, “How about I share my fist with your face?”“Wow. Sensitive, I’m sure your lady tiger friends were all very attractive. So am I an uncle?”

“Ren clasped Kishan's arm in his and said with a quiver in his voice,"Yours in life, Kishan"."Yours in death, Dhiren," Kishan finished.”

“What’s all the yelling about?” Kishan asked.“Would you please tell your sorry excuse for a brother that I’m not talking to him anymore?”Kishan grinned. “No problem. She’s not talking to you anymore.”

“We're not really dating per se,' Leigh said. Nate grinned. 'I wouldn't be so sure about that, pretty lady. I know my brother's tastes and you definitely have the main ingredients. His eyes ate more than his mouth at dinner.”

“Sure. Whatever. She’s all yours.”Daemon grinned. “That she is.”My hand was twitching to connect with his face. “I am not yours.” A small part of me wanted his to deny my words, though.“Shush it,” he said, walking up to me.“How about I shush it right up you—““Kitten, your language is so unladylike.”

“After a moment, he (Ren) elaborated, "By the way, I didn't say you weren't attractive. I just said you're young.""So is Nilima by your standards. You're more than three hundred years old!""That's true." He grinned lopsidedly in an attempt to get me to smile."Technically, you should be dating a very old lady." A tiny smile passed my lips.”