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You are a vile evil doer. While I have never done anything wrong in my entire, noble life. Nothing. So, she…” “You killed my fucking sister!”
I am…” He paused, dramatically. “A hero.”
I have a carriage. Sometimes. Or, at least, I can hire one.
“He has a castle?” Damn. Perhaps he shouldn’t have mentioned that part. “Just a small one.”
“If there’s a God, I will never see the Vampire’s massive endowments.
“Holy crap, he has theme music.”
Sometimes, Damien greatly feared he was the only being with a brain left in the entire world.
“You don’t want to kiss me.” She blurted out, more for her benefit than his. “I don’t?” The words whispered across her skin. She swallowed. “It’s not in the book.” One black eyebrow arched in challenge. “Then, isn’t it lucky that I write my own scripts?” His
Slade was so kind and gentle and understanding, without of course, ever being the least bit unmanly or unsure. Always aware of her feelings, strong without losing his compassion for the little people, and innately good to all. He was perfect. Her mate was a true hero. He’d told her so himself.
He seemed annoyed that he’d said anything that wasn’t a death threat.
Flirting with him was a terrible idea. She did it anyway.
“I see you, cari.” Something about his tone had her stomach tightening. “Gods, how I see you.” Black eyes traced over her face. “I wish I didn’t. It would be so much easier if you’d never come.”
“After all, she’s your captive.” It was pretty easy to get his point. “Me kidnapping Mel is a completely different thing!” “Oh, obviously.”
“You’re threatening me with my own prisoner? You’re holding my hostage hostage in order to keep me as your hostage?”
“Just add big numbers in your head or whatever accountants do for fun, then. I’ll be back soon.”
“Dare I ask who’s watching Matilda, by the way?” Lord, Kara did not relish explaining that one. “Do you really care?” “No. But if she’s died, I do worry about the smell getting into the carpets. It is July.”
“It has been such a difficult day for me and for all the good beings who depend on my selfless protection.”
After all, what he wanted wasn’t unreasonable; just common sense: Don’t die.
You deserve better than a horrible death at the hands of this accountant.”
Until now, I have never revealed my secret identity as my own cat.”
“We shall have a day of mourning for the sorcerer. Not today, though. It’s my birthday. Perhaps Tuesday.” “You have that polo match Tuesday, Sire.” “Oh yes. Well, Tuesday’s out, then.”
When she smiled, her ordinary features were transformed into something approaching pretty.
“That’s very generous of you.” “I know.” Slade agreed.
