“First blood has been shed.”

“That motherfucker hurt our coya, you son of a bitch, and if you're going to kill anyone, put the gun to your head first."(less)”

“Hell, he'd (Nathan/Noah) been around Tehya and his uncle enough to know that Jordan was determined to fight whatever he was feeling for Tehya. He'd been feeling it for six damned years now or more, and still, Jordan didn't dare mention the L word. If he acknowledged it, then he might have to admit it actually existed.”

“Oh yeah?" Nathan arched his brows. "What's better the SEALs, Uncle? Hell? Been there, still take trips.” Noah to Jordan”

“Do you know, every time I've seen you you've been like the Grim Reaper of goodwill and cheer. You should find another profession.”

“If there had been any doubt in her mind that John hadn't placed some emotional claim on her, then it was gone in that second. Pure male possession marked his kiss.”

“What would I have done if my coya had been captured or killed? My mate, Sharone. The other half of everything I am. What would I have done?”