“Ria snorted. “Leo’s pride rarely leaves the plains. What are theysupposed to mate? The zebras?”
“You are my mate, Ria. In my soul. You are my mate.~ Mercury”
“When you hear clip-clop-clip outside your window in most cases the sound will be made by a horse, but once in a while (rarely), a zebra will be responsible for the sound.”
“You‟re my mate. Think you can handle that?”It was hard to speak with her heart bursting open. “Think you can handle me?”“So long as you're gentle with me.”"Emmett to Ria - Whisper of sin”
“But passion and pride rarely occupy the same space.”
“Swallowing pride rarely gives you indigestion.”