Silence Fallen (Mercy Thompson, #10)

by Patricia Briggs

“Can she command us?” “Can you?” asked Kocourek. I suppose I could have lied. But being raised by werewolves meant I’d never made lying a habit. “I don’t know,” I told him. “Maybe. Sometimes. No.” I shrugged. “Gary Laughingdog could,”

“What about the humans?” I asked. They are not my people, he said—and I felt a cold chill. Because I knew what he meant.

“Is that Bran? Or am I hallucinating?” Adam smiled at me; I heard it in his voice. “Of course not. What would he be doing here? It’s Matt Smith, our copilot and submissive wolf.”

No way

“You sent me to Prague to free the spirit of this spring,” I told him. “I sent your brother to Prague to free the spirit of this spring,” he told me. “Blame him for not getting the job done.

I found out later that Bran had coerced Zack into calling Libor to request that his father take good care of me.

Of course he did

“It won’t work in the long run,” she said. “Addicts have to want to be clean. As long as Jacob thinks that it gives him more power, he won’t quit.” When she spoke of Bonarata, she didn’t do it the way she used to.

Shes over him

“Your mother put you in my arms when you were less than three months old.

“And yet,” Bran said softly, “you were mine from the day I first held you. No matter how hard I fought it. It isn’t safe to be in my family, Mercy. And you were this fragile creature who put herself in the path of destruction on a daily basis.”

Tears

He’d risked war between the werewolves and the vampires to keep me safe.

We watched the rest of the movie without talking. When it was over, Bran said, “I love you.”