Bound (Monsters & Artifacts, #2)

by Trish Heinrich

"Did the captain sign off on this?" I asked. "Yes." "Did he choke on it?" "Oh, he turned about five shades of red and then had one of his lackeys tell me to get you."

"Does that make me more or less of a fucked up individual?" I asked as I peeled back some the Orc's blood soaked shirt. "It makes you special." "Yeah, specially fucked up,"

"In the meantime call the dungeon and see if we can get a meeting with Queen Dawn. Tell her you're calling for Mistress Magdalena."

Good god, just when I thought he couldn't get any fucking sexier, he makes a Lord of the Rings reference.

"Sheesh," Stella said as she opened her door, "someone a little jealous? I swear I haven't fucked him. Yet."

"Stella...I don't think I deserve you." "Oh, you don't," I chuckled. "But I don't deserve you either so I guess we're even."

we know that when we see happiness, we grab it and hold on for as long as we can because something, or someone, is always around the corner to take it away from us. Happiness in this life isn't just fleeting. It's rare, and fragile. If you find it, if he does, don't push it away. It might not come around again."

You are my mate, you always have been. That's why it hurt so bad to leave you."

"Gargoyles can have more than one mate."

"Don't cry," he whispered, kissing the tears away again. "My heart, my mate."

"Fuck me," James muttered. "Only if you ask nicely,"

"I can't promise I won't try and sabotage this at some point," I said. "Alright." "But I can promise that I'll listen if you call me on it."

"So you agree that you're the asshole here." "Yes. Enjoy the moment, it won't come around very often."