“If You're Gonna Ride My Ass, At Least Pull My Hair!”

“In my most menacing tone, I firmly told her, “I will drag your sleeping ass out into the sun, if you so much as drop a fang at my sister. Play nice.”

“I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. “You’re impossible.” “True, but you like me anyway.” He pulled me tighter.”

“He was back to ogling Halina, who played with a strand of her wildly free hair and gave him a look that clearly said, 'I have chains in my room, wanna see?”

“I will always love you, Kellan. Your heart is safe with me.”Kellan pulled me into a hug and let out a long, shaky breath as he held me. “Promise?” he whispered?I squeezed him just a little bit tighter. “I promise.” Pulling back, I rested my forehead against his. “Not loving you isn’t possible. Trust me, I tried.”

“I thought you might want a ride." He practically purred the words.”

“Griffin? You ever heard of knocking?”Griffin sniffed and tucked his chin-length hair behind his ears. “We’re family, dude, I don’t need to knock.”I sighed, not sure if Kellan could argue that point or not—not since Griffin had impregnated my sister. He really was family now. Lord help me.”