“But Tudor mansions on manicured grounds didn't look right with their grand front doors wide open to the night. It was like a debutante flashing her bra thanks to a wardrobe malfunction.”

“Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.”

“The front door flew open, and Mary shot out of the house, jumping off the porch, not even bothering with the steps to the ground. She ran over the frost-laden grass in her bare feet and threw herself at him, grabbing on to his neck with both arms. She held him so tightly his spine cracked.She was sobbing. Bawling. Crying so hard her whole body was shaking.He didn't ask any questions, just wrapped himself around her.I'm not okay," she said hoarsely between breaths. "Rhage...I'm not okay.”

“The front door swung open, and Zsadist strode into the house. Wrath glared. "Nice of you to show up, Z. Busy tonight with the females?""How about you get off my dick?”

“Oh my God..."Xhex's heart stopped as she looked at him in the mirror. Across his upper back, in a glorious spread of black ink...in a declaration that didn't whisper but shouted...in a billboard-size front with flourishes...Her name in the Old Language.”

“You never knew the last time you were seeing someone. You didn't know when the last argument happened, or the last time you had sex, or the last time you looked into their eyes and thanked God they were in your life.After they were gone?That was all you thought about.Day and night.”

“That is a beautiful tuxedo,” Phury announced as he and Z pushed the door wide. “I have one just like it .”“Fritz has the candles lit,” Rehv said from behind the twins. “Hey, nice tux. I haveone just like it.”“Me, too,” Phury agreed. “The fit is fantastic, isn’t it.”“The shoulders, right? Tom Ford is the best—”