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Alexia’s books called this end of the vampire life cycle dissanimation. Alexia, who thought the action astoundingly similar to a soufflé going flat, decided at that moment to call it the Grand Collapse.
An unmarried female alone in a room in this enlightened day and age!
“People actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.”
Werewolves had to obey the laws of physics just like everyone else.
Lord Maccon let go of her arm, stopped, turned, and, to her complete surprise, kissed her full on the lips.
Oh dear, thought Alexia, an American.
Highland werewolves had a reputation for doing atrocious and highly unwarranted things, like wearing smoking jackets to the dinner table.
She wondered how little they could get away with spending on Alexia’s future wedding
Thank goodness she doesn't have a soul or it would be constantly crushed by her family .
Alphas simply did not grovel; arrogance was part of the job description.
Cats were not, in her experience, an animal with much soul. Prosaic, practical little creatures as a general rule. It would suit her very well to be thought catlike.
Alexia was scientifically intrigued. Had he gotten even larger down there? What was the maximum possible expansion ratio? she wondered.
Don't Mind me choking on my tea giggling
I do not want to die, thought Alexia. I have not yet yelled at Lord Maccon for his most recent crass behavior!
“I am finding,” said the earl, turning toward her and caressing her face with one hand, “it very difficult to imagine not not disliking you on a regular and intimate basis for a very long time to come.”
Mrs. Loontwill did what any well-prepared mother would do upon finding her unmarried daughter in the arms of a gentleman werewolf: she had very decorous, and extremely loud, hysterics.
Lord Maccon glanced about at Alexia’s family. No wonder she devalued herself, growing up in this kind of environment.
As though her family were not watching, he touched the side of her face, stroking the cheek her mother had hit. “I understand that you have been taught for far too long that you are unworthy.”
I love him
Oddly, the door handles were made to look like octopuses and so, upon closer inspection, were the lamps.
What is it with villainous organizations and octopuses?
He smiled. “Good questions, all of them, but none very enlightened in essence.
That's a man response for you
And then realized that a lifelong alliance with a man of such weak character would certainly turn her into a veritable tyrant.
Great, Alexia thought, I have gone from soul-sucker to electrical ground. The epithets just get sweeter and sweeter.
“Well, you are a werewolf, Scottish, naked, and covered in blood, and I am still holding your hand.”
They did, collectively, keep trying to arrange matters so that Lord Maccon had to bend over.
Best of all, as Alexia’s bridesmaid, Miss Hisselpenny was not permitted to choose her own hat.
