“It figures--it's always either the butler or the resurrected mate." [Elianna]”

“It figures—it’s always either the butler or the resurrected mate.”

“[…] Lachlain said, "Before you go, I wanted to pass on some advice. Emma told me that to win your mate, you have to accept Regin. The two are thick as thieves. Always have been. Since they were children." "So calling Regin a glowing bluidy freak dinna help my cause? On top of the lie? Christ, I've bollixed this up.”

“Wolfy, is it? And what do you know about my turning?" "I asked around when I figured out I was your... mate." He stood, crossing to her. "Well, let's hear it." "Basically, you'll lose your mind, turning animalistic, hunting me down until you claim me repeatedly, biting my neck and marking me as your possession. Nothing will stop you- no cage can hold you. Did I miss anything? "Aye, Lousha." His gaze raked over her and his voice deepened. "The fact that you're going to like it.”

“Not to marry, know love, or bind, their fate;Your line to die for never seed shall take.Death and torment to those caught in their wake,unless each son finds his forechosen mate...For his true lady alone his life and heart can save.”

“(Nix and Lothaire conversing)"Have you no mate, female?” he’d asked, intrigued with her, though she was his natural enemy.“I was betrothed to Loki for a time. Which did not proceed smoothly for obvious reasons. So for now I am an unrepentant manizer.” At Lothaire’s blank look, she’d said, “That will be amusing in the twenty-first century.”

“Yeah, weirdly, our cell doesn't have laundry facilities. So I figured I'll wash undies at one time and outerwear at another, anyways keeping some cover for the cameras. I'm not shy, but frankly, I've had my limit of men chubbing themselves to videos of me. It's moved from simple idolatry to something more sinister." She sauntered over to his desk, hopping atop it, sitting on his papers. "A little to Caged Heat, you know?”