“If I were to assign a color combination to my love for you, it would be purple and brown, because you are a royal pain in the ass.”

“Course, I always knew you were a royal. Just didn't know it went past the pain-in-the-ass part.”

“Love I want you for my mate because you have eyes the color of smoke. Because you are wicked sexy, because you're fearless and have a smart-ass mouth, and because you kiss like fire. Why wouldn't I want a woman like you around me the rest of my life?”

“You've got some of me in you, cop.' Wrath's smile stuck around as he slid his glasses back on. 'Course, I always knew you were a royal. Just didn't think it went past the pain-in-the-ass-part is all.”

“I would assign every lie a color: yellow when they were innocent, pale blue when they sailed over you like the sky, red because I knew they drew blood. And then there was the black lie. That's the worst of all. A black lie was when I told you the truth. ”

“America smiled at me and wiped my face. “You are such a pain in the ass, Abby. God, I love you!”