“Dez turned those gorgeous gray-green eyes on the wolf, and Mace watched Smitty do what any sensible predator would do in a situation like this… Plot to run away.”
“Smiled at Smitty. Leered at Dez. And practically spit at Mace. Man, the staff at this restaurant really didn’t like him.”
“He may have his mother’s gray–green eyes, but this wonderful little boy—and Smitty’s godson—still had the cold, hard expression of a predator. Just like his daddy.”
“Where are you off to in such a hurry?” His stunning green eyes bore through me. “A corpseconvention?” Even sweaty, Trevor was gorgeous.“What are you running away from?” I retorted. “Your mirror?”
“...you can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce...silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty?...”
“He growled. Really, how attached could Smitty be to his sister? Would he really notice if Mace killed her?”