“Eglantine.” Harry peeled herself off his chest and looked down at him. “We have to get out of bed.” “I don’t think we do, no.” “We do. We’re becoming sloths. For three days all we’ve done is make love, drag ourselves out to ...
“I do not lie.” “You told me I was your Beloved!” It’s difficult to put indignation, betrayal, hurt feelings, and a healthy dollop of menace into a whisper, but I gave it my best shot. I’d quickly discovered that Sebastian’s eyes were a barometer to his mood. Dark midnight gray indicated sexual a...
Go left!” “If I go left, we’ll end up in the bay,” I said through gritted teeth, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tight it hurt. I spun the wheel and we took a corner on what felt like only two wheels, a municipal sign pointing out the location of the Cardiff mall. ...
Again.” I gave my hair an annoyed flip while passing Baltic, who was seated in the chair in the hallway, a newly purchased laptop on his knees. “You’re the only one who thinks that checking on Brom is insulting to you.” “I will not allow harm to come to my son again.” He looked up from the laptop...
Baltic said as he closed the door to his bedroom. “I just bet you do. I want to give you something, too—a piece of my mind. What on earth do you think you’re doing, carrying me off like you’re some sort of a primitive caveman? What will Brom think?” “My son will understand that I wish to spend ti...
Passport right here. Boarding pass . . . dammit. Where did I put that? I know I printed it out.” I did a little dance peculiar to people arriving at an airport, the one where you slap various pockets and juggle luggage, magazines, and purses in order to peer in every easily reached receptacle. Fi...
It was becoming a normal state of mind, given his situation in life, but nonetheless, he was annoyed that he seemed to be annoyed so much of late. He thought briefly of being annoyed over the annoyance regarding his present state—annoyed—but decided that down that path madness lay, and if he didn...
I told the cat standing next to me, watching as the female peered down at the shrubs beneath her, “she’s going to fall right into that patch of . . . there, you see?”The trespasser, I was mildly interested to note, wasn’t the angular blonde who’d attacked me the day before. This woman was smaller...