“You should hit him in the face with frying pans more often," Said Rhys "he seems to like it”

“Gadzooks! We've jumped out of the frying pan and into another frying pan!”

“Rhys threw his arms around his twin, holding him, hugging him. "He is my mate, brother. I could not kill him. I feel a strong bond with him.""Stronger than ours?" Ceri asked as he embraced Rhys."No." Rhys shook his head. "Not stronger. Equal, but not stronger."Rhys felt Ceri's lips on his cheek. His twin gave him a soft kiss and then turned his head. "Thank You for the beautiful lie," he said right before he bit into Rhys's neck, almost tearing his throat.”

“Would Grandmother scold him? Would she say, “Frank! Thank the gods, you've come. I'm surrounded by monsters.”More likely she'd scold him, or mistake them for intruders and chase them off with a frying pan.”

“You should smile more often.''Can't.' He grunted as he opened her shirt to expose her chest. 'My face might freeze like that.”

“How did Terrible Teddy’s face get like that?”“Me.”“You hit him?”“He touched you, you said it hurt. I found him and beat the shit out of him.”Oh… my… God.”