“Is it so bad being directed if you like where you’re headed?”

“Admit it, love, you like it when I'm a little bad....”

“Declan and Regin:"Kiss you?" As he waited for the revulsion to seize him, he found himself wondering how she would react. Would she moan into his mouth?"It will help you remember me. Kiss me. Come on, you know you want to so bad. You want me so bad.""Never." Bloody get off her, get away from her. But he needed to be above her like this, to master her, overpower her."Never? That boner of yours just called you a lair.”

“MacRieve, you're on my cloak. Let up -. Give it back!""It was slowing you - and therefore me - down.""If you had gone first - ""I dinna. If you want it, why no' use magick to take it from me?""You really do not want me to do that.""You really must no' want your cloak back. Come then, witchling, just take it from me.""Keep the cloak. It'll be worth money one day.""Doona fret, witch. You're no' so unbecoming from my angle. Bit scrawny where it counts, but no' too bad.""Scrawny where it counts, MacRieve? Funny, I'd heard the same about you.""No' likely. Maybe you're just too young to have heard the rumors about Lykae males. Tender wee ears and such.”

“Trust me.”This being had saved her life, had even taken bullets for her, and yet there was something so markedlyuntrustworthy about him….He flashed her a rakish grin with barely noticeable fangs. “Though if you’re the praying type, now might be a choicetime.”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re sexy as hell when you’re mathematizing?”

“Can’t hear… call back… good luck…”“Nïx, I know you’re faking the static.” She could picture her sister blowing into her fist directly at the receiver. The static abruptly stopped. “Why?”“It seemed less rude than the alternative.”“What’s that?”Click.”