Silver Silence (Psy-Changeling Trinity, #1; Psy-Changeling, #16)

by Nalini Singh

But the past is not an old coat that can be discarded and forgotten. It is a scent that clings and clings and clings.

To be alpha is to have a heart big enough to love every single member of your pack or clan. That is the one constant of all the strongest alphas I’ve ever met. They are men and women with an astonishing capacity to love and to forgive.

“I climbed up a building for you,” he said pointedly. “That’s better than shouting love words from the street.”

“What about your brother?” “You hurt him and I’ll turn your brain to soup without blinking.”

The kiss he pressed to her lips had shouts going up all around them . . . and her mind threatening to short-circuit. But she was Silver Fucking Mercant. She could handle a kiss. Even if it threatened to melt her bones.

I’ve never danced with anyone. I’ll wait for you.

“You couldn’t make me leave if you had a forklift and a pack of feral wolves to drive it.”

“I believe I talked her out of torturing him to death, but I’m not certain.” The large predator in the driver’s seat smiled. “I’ve always liked your grandmother.”

Apparently being mortal enemies didn’t mean you weren’t intrigued by gossip about the other party.