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

by Kresley Cole

Brandr and I are going to cross swords one day, Regin decided.

Whatever may be the case, to this day, Reginleit awaits. To this day, Aidan returns . . . .

His irises flickered. The color of storm clouds lit by lightning. As if unaware of what he was doing, he took two steps closer to her. She mirrored his action, then raised her hands to the glass. Her claws curled against the barrier between them, her breaths gone shallow. All else was forgotten. Declan Chase was forgotten. All she could see was Aidan. Want to be near him. But when she realized he would soon leave her behind, an old habit rose to the fore. In ancient Norse, the words tumbled out: “Take me with you, warrior.”

She feared she might be a jot more than infatuated with this reincarnation. Like on her way toward falling-off-a-skyscraper-onto-your-face in love with him.

Whyyyyyyyy, Regin? Whyyyyyyy are we like this?!