“He beat back the Greeks and reclaimed Rome for our people. Indeed, he was the one who destroyed the Macedonian threat and who single-handedly annihilated the greatest Greek general who had ever lived. Kyrian of Thrace.” Real hatred gleamed in his eyes, but she wasn’t sure who it was meant for. His grandfather or Kyrian.“You mean Kyrian Hunter?” she asked. “The guy with the minivan who lives a few blocks over?”Valerius’s eyes sparked at that. “He’s driving a minivan?” There was no mistaking the humor in his tone.”

“Didn't I tell you not to touch the Lamborghini? (Kyrian)(Hunter groused an instant before he cut the wheel and sent the vampire flying through the air.)And they told me you guys couldn't fly. (Kyrian)”

“I haven't fought with anyone else in over two thousand years. (Kyrian)Well, you're never too old to learn. (Amanda)You can't teach an old dog new tricks. (Kyrian)There's no time like the present. (Amanda)Time is of the essence. (Kyrian)God helps those who help themselves. (Amanda)You're not going to let me win this, are you? (Kyrian)”

“You the Dark-Hunter?"Kyrian arched a brow. "You the flunky?""I don't like your tone.""And I dont't like you. Now that we've dispensed with the introductions and have declared our mutual distaste for one another, why don't you take me to the one who holds your leash?”

“On Mardi Gras, she got his soul back and freed him. (Wulf)Oh man, that sucks. Now he’s going to have to join Kyrian on the geriatric patrol. (Chris)”

“Yeah, well, he’s still on Dark-Hunter payroll, so tell him to keep his phone turned on. (Talon)Ooo. Getting testy in your fierce nakedness. (Kyrian)”

“Nick sat on the stairs, completely comatose. He stared straight ahead as if he'd been frozen in place. "Nick? You all right?" He didn't respond. Kyrian moved around him until he stood in front of him. He snapped his fingers in front of Nick's face. "Kid?" Nick blinked before he met Kyrian's gaze. "I'm not worthy," he said in a breathless tone. Baffled by his comment, Kyrian stared at him. "What?" Nick gestured towards his cars. "Dude that's a Ferrari, Lamborghini, Bugatti, Alfa Romeo, Aston Martin, and a Bentley. And I'm not talking the cheap models. Those are the top of the top of the top of the line, fully loaded. I swear, that's real gold trim in the Bugatti. There's more money in metal in here than my brain can even tabulate. Oh my God! I shouldn't even be breathing the same air." Kyrian laughed at his awed tone. "It's all right, Nick. I need you to clean them." "Are you out of your ever-loving mind? What if I scratch them?" "You won't" "Nah I might. Those aren't cars, Kyrian. Those are works of art. I'm talking serious modes of transportation." "I know, and I drive them all the time." "No, no, no, no, no. I can't touch something so fine. I can't" Kyrian cuffed him on the shoulder. "Yes, you can. They don't bite, and they need to be washed.”