When He's Dark (The Olympus Pride #1)

by Suzanne Wright

Valentina sighed. “It is sad for a mother to realize she raised an idiot.”

“Now,” began Valentina, “let us wash dishes. Then we will plot weird and wonderful ways to make Moira miserable.”

“Have you no ethics at all?” “I have some. They sleep a lot.”

You know I despise weakness.” James nodded. “We do, yes. So it confuses me that you want to go visit Skeletor and her man-slave.” Valentina’s eyes blazed. “James Devereaux, you will cease calling my mother that!

“They are happy.” “They are dysfunctional.” “And yet happy. That is good, no?” “When she does weird stuff like knock him out with chloroform occasionally because she thinks he breathes too loud, no.”

And thank you.” Her nose wrinkled. “For what?” Opening the door, Vinnie glanced at her over his shoulder. “For playing a part in the fact that another day has passed that my daughter has spent out of jail.

“You’re going to tell me what all these factors are that spurred you into making this decision. I will then fix them, and you will stay here.

“You need to tell the chef to put profiteroles back on the dessert menu,” she said. “Didn’t you once throw one of those at Moira’s head?” “Me waste a profiterole? No.” She drank the last of her coffee. “That was Elle.”

“Well, aren’t you just a breath of fresh judgmental air?”

His uncle could demonstrate the ability to walk on water and Valentina would still call him useless purely because he didn’t work at her pace.

With his neck corded, his muscles tense, and his nostrils flaring, he stood glaring at Mateo through cold, dead eyes that chilled her to the bone. And she decided that, nah, there was no rush to get his attention.

“Tell me I heard wrong and you didn’t just get confronted by Moira,” he growled. Bree twisted her mouth. “If it makes you feel better about it, I broke her nose.” It didn’t make him feel better.

“Will you just let it go already?” Isaak cocked his head. “I heard a squeak, Valentina. Quite high-pitched. You must have vermin again. Where is rat poison? I will get it.”

“You don’t free your captives. You eat them.” “I freed you,” said Dimitri. “No, I escaped. Then I blew up your cabin.” Dimitri’s sigh was nostalgic. “It was very fine cabin. I miss it sometimes.”

“Is … is he okay? I mean, he’s drooling and staring into space.” Olga’s nose wrinkled. “Oh, it is … what is term? Drug abuse.” “You mean you abuse him by drugging him all the time,” James accused. Olga lifted one shoulder. “Is that not same?” “Not even close.”