“We are but skin about a wind, with muscles clenched against mortality.”
“I buttoned my sweater against the wind on my skin - winds of change.”
“The muscles in his neck clenched and unclenched. "So you've finally decided to take my advice and keep the hell away from me?”
“Inside me! I gasp, and all the muscles deep in my belly clench. My inner goddess is doing the dance of the seven veils.”
“Gregori jolted back. "Snap! You couldn't control one measly mortal?"Roman clenched his fists. "No."Gregori slapped a hand against his brow. "Snap!""Why the hell are you snapping? Are you a turtle?" It was times like this that firing Gregoriseemed to be the wise choice.”
“I am the wind heralding death, the instrument of justice sent by our Prince to carry out the sentence pronounced on you by our people for your crimes against mortals and immortals alike.”