“All I took was a freaking penny. Besides, I already gave you another one.”...“You took a 1962 penny,” Dragos said. His teeth were gritted. “You left a 1975 penny. It’s no replacement.”She stared at him. “Oh my God, it’s scary you noticed that.”

“My worst mistake ever. We should not talk about that penny any more, la la la.” He pulled her hands down. “We’re never going to stop talking about it. That penny is one of my favorite memories.” Her mouth dropped open. “Liar! You only liked what came afterward. You hated having your penny stolen.” “True,” he admitted. “But I loved the note you left me.”

“A dragon just gave me a piece of jewelry,” she said. She took another swig and handed the bottle back to Graydon. “Have I been added to his hoard?”He shook his head and drank too. “No, cupcake,” he said. “I’m pretty sure you’ve replaced it.”

“I’m sorry, the message said.The theft was a violation of privacy. It was an unbelievable act of impudence and disrespect. Not only that, it was—baffling. He was murderous, incandescent with fury. He was older than sin and could not remember when he had last been in such a rage.He looked at the paper again.I’m sorry I had to take your penny. Here’s another to replace it.Yep, that’s what it said.One corner of his mouth twitched. He gave himself a deep shock when he burst into an explosive guffaw.”

“You and the babies have my protection from the Vampyres, Khalil said, his mental voice as smooth as a rope of silk slipping over her neck. At a time of my choosing, you will do anything I ask you to do, for the sum of one favor. Agreed?She gave him a jerky nod. Agreed.Khalil gave Grace a sulfurous smile.”

“Don't you dare leave me. I swear to God, I will follow you into hell if I have to and drag you back by the hair."~Dragos”

“Did you kill the Fae horses?”The whuffling stopped. Dragos said in a cautious voice, “Was I not supposed to?”She shrugged. “It just wasn’t their fault.”“If it helps any, I was hungry and ate one.”