A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark, #1)

by Kresley Cole

“Doona strike me again, Emmaline. Mates never hit each other.” “What do you mean by ‘mate’?” she asked slowly, the fear she’d ignored returning. “Like . . . like Australian for ‘buddy’?”

Ja, genau, er meinte definitiv "buddy"!

Bowe had already returned to the scotch. “And how’d that go?” “Poorly. Now she believes I’m a liar. Probably because I lied to her.”