“A man’s pride was a fragile thing. A warrior’s pride was his greatest weapon. A sheik’s pride upheld the honor of his people.”

“And he realized... that fragile, mortal life wasn't just important to him. It was more important than his own.”

“Honor?”“Yes.”“I’m going to do things to you now that a good girl definitely shouldn’t let a man do to her.”

“In my time,” he said, “they believed in witches. Are you a witch, Honor, that you make me say these things to you?” Causing him to rip open wounds that had stayed safely scabbed over for so long that, most of the time, he managed to forget they existed. Her hands, so very, very gentle, continued to hold his face as she tugged him down until their foreheads touched. “I’m no witch, Dmitri. If I was, I’d know how to fix you.”

“Brenna’s eyes widened. Raising a hand, she brushed his hair gently off his forehead.“Why do I keep telling you things I swore I’d take to my grave?”The contact shot electricity through his nerves. “Because you know I’ll always be your shield against the nightmares.”

“Come make me sticky.Dimitri to Honor”

“Ransom thought her girly tendencies the funniest thing ever, constantly teased her over them, but the last time he'd opened his big mouth, she'd gotten her own back by pointing out that his long black hair sure did look well conditioned.”