Dreams of a Dark Warrior (Immortals After Dark, #10)

by Kresley Cole

Bertil, you crawl right back out of that bong this minute!

Hate scars. I’m physically flawless—why can’t everyone be? Everywhere Lothaire went, people stopped and stared. Of course, then they usually ran.

Likes and dislikes? Declan had no ready answer. He knew what he hated—his enemies—and he knew what he loved—destroying them.

But don’t worry,” she assured him, “no mortals were harmed in the making of the mass evacuation.”

“I don’t know how to . . . to bite or drink! But you could teach me.” “And what could you possibly do in return?” Lothaire waved a negligent hand. “Play football for me? Break in my jeans really well?”