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"I kill. It's what I do. It's who I am. It's who I've always been. I will never change. Stay out of my way. Or your free passage will be rescinded."
Who do you all think is saying this? I'm thinking Lor or one of the others directed towards Mac.


Over to something I was wondering about. How do you pronounce Ryodan? In my mind it's Riodan. How do you guys pronounce it?

Am I reading they way you pronounce it right, Winnie? Ree-oh-dan? That never crossed my mind.

6 weeks from tomorrow.... this needs to hurry up! LOL



My guess is that the teaser is Barrons talking.

Am I reading they way you pronounce it right, Winnie? Ree-oh-dan? That never crossed my mind."
I was pronouncing it both ways, but when I said the name out loud for the first time ever while talking about the book with a friend, I had a hard time pronouncing it. I think it's Rye-o-dan and not Ree-o-dan now, though :)

It seems as though KMM is focusing in on Mac & Barron's relationship in Burned and that there is going to be some sort of big misunderstanding or barrier in their relationship. I could see him saying this to Mac during a heated disagreement. As to "free passage," not quite sure what I think it would mean in that context. Perhaps the Nine not killing her? idk...


I'm going to post it in two comments :)
“WHO AM I?”the blonde kneeling between my legs demands.
I need to come so bad I hurt.
I know the answer she wants. She wants me to call her ‘Mistress.’Like she’s the Dom.She’s already tried to get me to say it twice, sneaking it in like she thinks I won’t notice because of the mind-blowing stuff she’s been doing with her lips and tongue and that flawlessly executed glide of teeth so few women ever master when giving head.
She’s wasting her time.It’s never going to happen.There isn’t a submissive bone in my body. I’m Alpha to the motherfucking core.
I pull her head from my groin and grin down at her.Hot, horny blondes are a dime a dozen at Chester’s.Riots may have sacked Dublin last Halloween and a killer freeze might have shut the city down for a while, but it’s rebounding fast. People have been flooding in, resettling on both sides of the River Liffey, drawn by the thaw, restored power and supplies, but most of all by the endless parade of sexually insatiable Fae that pack the bars and dance floors of 939 Rêvemal Street every night of the week, hunting human lovers. The hottest, most deadly nightclub in Dublin is bigger, better and badder than ever:Chester’s is Sin Central—if you want it, we got it.
“You’re not that good, honey.”I flash her a grin.My comment is guaranteed to spark one of two things:either she’ll get up and walk out pissed or I’ll get even better head.
I know by her confidence—and the hungry way she’s been watching me all night—she’s not walking.
She laughs and runs her tongue over her lips to make them even wetter,shiny with the spit of a pro and pre-ejac.I lean back against Ry’s desk, looking forward to her amped up performance, watching her,watching the club through the glass floor beneath my boots, loving life.As long as women walk this earth, I’ll be a happy man.If they ever get wiped out, I’m done.I’ll go in search of K’Vruck.
She slaps the head of my dick then closes her mouth over it in one long perfect slide all the way to the base…does some kind of swirly thing, then an intense suck back out.
I nearly stagger.
Son of a bitch,she’s good.
She has her hands on my ass,face grinding into my groin,my dick is down her throat,and I’m a frigging volcano about to blow. Problem is,I been ready for a good twenty minutes but whenever I get close, she mixes it up and shoves it out of reach.What was initially a turn-on has become a pain in the ass.Not to mention the balls. I’m beginning to think they might rupture.I’m dripping sweat and I’m not even the one doing the work,although I’m looking forward to getting down to it.The woman has one damn fine body.
I take her head in my hands and try to move her mouth on me the way I want.
She resists with a muffled laugh.
I pull her mouth off me and she looks up, smiling. Takes my breath away for a second. Her hair is a hot mess around her face, just the way I like it—bed-head always makes me want to fuck. Then again, pretty much everything does.
“Let me come, honey,” I say.“There’s plenty more after,if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Do I look worried? I know exactly what to expect from a man like you. Who am I?” She flicks her tongue over the swollen head of my dick.
I start to hit it, that’s how close I am, but then she does this twisting thing with her hands and mouth at the same time, and I got needles on my dick.
Pleasure killed by pain.
Velvet of her mouth.
Needles.
It’s starting to chafe more than I like. And I’ve been known to play rough with the right woman. Or three.
“Mistress,” she purrs. “Is it really so much to ask? For what I make you feel?”
I consider. She is blonde with big, beautiful tits. Whole world knows I got a weakness for the combo. That’s how I’d ended up in the boss’s office, leaning back against his desk, leather pants around my ankles, buck-naked brick shithouse between my legs while the bass of Rob Zombie’s Pussy Liquor—and when the hell is she ever gonna give that up? It’s one of my finest skills and I haven’t even gotten the chance to dazzle her—rumbles in the desk beneath my ass, pounding up from one of the sub-clubs below.
I love this place. Definitely one of our better investments.
“I’m giving you the best head you’ve ever had,” she says. “Admit it.”
Not a problem. I say so to every woman that sucks me. Women enjoy doing things they excel at, praise guarantees repeat performances, every repeat performance is more practice for the woman, which guarantees the next man even better head. Given how long I’ve been at this, and on how many continents, I’m pretty sure I’ve single-handedly improved the quality of head around the world.
“Sure, babe, you’re the best. Head. Ever.” Damn close anyway.
“Who am I?” she purrs.
I groan. “The bitch sucking my dick.” We agreed on no names. She asked me to call her bitch downstairs when we were doing shots at the bar. Said it turned her on. Later, with a laugh, she switched it to princess. Now she wants mistress. High maintenance. Some women are worth it.
She cups my balls and squeezes, then begins sucking them with exquisite precision. All the muscles in my abdomen clench and I exhale explosively. I’m beginning to think this might be the best orgasm I’ve ever had. If I ever get around to the bloody fucking thing.
“You really don’t get this, do you?” she says. Laughter tinkles and the hair on the back of my neck feels weird all the sudden. There’s a darkness to the sound that might worry me if she wasn’t so frigging hot.
Speaking of hot, I look down to see sweat running down my six-pack, dripping down my legs. I’m practically standing in a puddle of my own sweat. What the hell did Ry do? Crank up the heat in Chester’s to a hundred? I’m burning up. Lightheaded, like I have a fever. Which is impossible.
“Don’t care. You’re here. I’m here. Do that thing with your tongue again. The swirly thing.”
“I’ll give you a clue,” she says and somehow she’s smiling while she’s sucking and for a second I think I see rows of tiny needle-sharp shark teeth. Not what a man wants to hallucinate with a woman’s hot wet mouth on his dick. I blink and wipe sweat from my eyes. Trick of the light. She has perfect teeth, movie star white, framed to perfection by smears of crimson lipstick, most of which is all over my dick and stomach. Oh, yeah, I’ll take a blonde with cherry red lipstick every day of the week that ends in a ‘y.’ Life is sweet. I laugh.

Wait a second, it is.
Orange flames are licking up around us, like my sweat is some kind of gasoline sloshed across the lacquered ebony. We must have spilled some tequila. Must have been a candle on the desk. I’m sprawled on my back in fire and can’t even feel it. She leans into me, joins me in the flames, fists her hands in my hair and we kiss.
It’s unfucking real.
I half-expect celestial trumpets to blare. I feel like my skin is melting and we’re merging into each other. Strange shit. But damn, my dick has never felt better.
“Who am I? Is it so difficult to give me such tiny thing? A little respect. That’s all I’m looking for, honey. I can give you so much in return.”
Christ, she sounds just like me, right down to her inflection on the word ‘honey.’ I always get them to call me whatever I want. I’m always in control. Isn’t much I like more than a beautiful woman tied to my bed while I make her come till she passes out. So what’s my problem? Like she says, it’s a small thing. What can one word hurt? It isn’t like letting a woman have the power for a change can bring about the end of my world as I know it, for fuck’s sake.
I open my mouth and suck her tongue deep, grinding in, sliding out. I feel my dick inside her, and I also feel what she’s feeling: Me filling her, giving her all she wants except for this one tiny little thing that is so important to her for some reason. Maybe some man treated her like shit and now she needs to be called Mistress to get back some of her own. Maybe I’m part of the healing. Maybe it’ll make her come as violently as I know I’m going to. I like women. I want them to feel good. It’s practically been my mission in life.
“Who am I?”
I try to shape the word twice and still fail. I’d honestly like to give her what she wants but submission just isn’t the stuff I’m made of.
She clamps down on me and….aw, shit, she squeezes! She has muscles that could milk a herd of Holsteins dry. I buck and nearly get off but then she’s soft again and I get the feeling she could do this all night if she wants. And this crazy babe might just want to.
“Mistress,” I manage to growl. “Now make me come or get the fuck off me ‘cause I’m jacking off.”
“Tell me you want me more than life itself,” she croons, all soft and sultry.
“Sure, honey.” I’ve gone this far. If Ryodan ever finds out I called some babe Mistress, I’ll never hear the end of it.
“Would you die for me?” she asks breathlessly.
I’m beginning to see no matter how hot this woman is, despite her plentiful talents, she has serious-ass issues. Looking for some big strong man to play hero for her. Who the hell isn’t? Every woman downstairs.
I excel at the role. And I need to come. Simple enough exchange.
I grab her ass, grind up and drive deep. “Protect you. Rescue you. Guard your frigging honor if you have any left by the time I’m done with you, woman. Now squeeze.”
“But would you die for me?”
I don’t tell her I might kill her if I don’t come soon.I might turn. She’s kept me on the brink too long. I’m getting edgier than is safe with a woman. “Sure, honey. Whatever.” She doesn’t know I can’t. She doesn’t even know my name.
She pulls back and smiles down at me with rows of needle-sharp shark teeth.
Blonde hair darkens to blood-black.
Red lips fade to white. Then ice-blue.
Flames leap up around us. Takes me a second to process—also blue.
Aw, fuck.
I stare up, a little slow to get it.
I’m too close to coming to think real fast. Hell, her tits are too far in my face for me to think real fast.
Unseelie. The bitch is Unseelie. I can’t believe I didn’t pick up on it. I’m not easy to fool. Well, sans blonde hair and curves enough to happily smother a man.
She’s dark Fae. Twisted buggers, one and all, some more than others.
And she wanted me to call her princess….
Unseelie. Princess.
I narrow my eyes, staring up at her.
Nah.
The dark king never got around to making them. They’re a myth. They don’t exist. Damn good thing, too.The Unseelie Princes are problem enough.
Oh, honey, she purrs in my mind, we certainly do. Trapped in a library for a small eternity. One of yours let us out.Good thing, too. Men have too much power on this world. We will fix that.
“Get the fuck off me.”
You called me Mistress.You said you would die for me. I own you.
I laugh. “Yeah, right. Try pursuing that thought.” I shove her off me but my hands go the wrong way, fly up over my head and abruptly I’m slammed flat on my back, with both wrists manacled to one end of the desk.
Links snake around my throat.
My waist. My ankles.
Fuck me.
I’m chained.
I lunge up testing the links, snarling. Magic doesn’t work on me. Neither does glamour. Yet both seem to be. What the hell is going on?
We are a singular recipe. His final creation. She smiles and there are those frigging shark teeth again.
I’m immobilized, pants at my ankles, dick sticking straight up, and this bitch has shark teeth. I’m beginning to think this might not to turn out to be one of my finer nights.
“Say it again,” she says but now she’s all icy, imperious princess. “Who am I?”
No way I’m saying it again.
Ever.
My mouth opens and it says, “Mistress,” offending every goddamn fiber of my being. I think my balls actually shrivel.
She slaps me. Hard across the face.
“I’m going to kill you, you crazy motherfucking bitch,” I say tenderly. My kind doesn’t get loud when we’re about to annihilate. We go soft and gentle. See us like that: worry. She doesn’t know I’m one of the few in existence that can actually make good on that promise. She doesn’t know who or what I am.
She’ll be calling me Master before she dies.
“Who am I?” she says.
I clamp my mouth shut and strain against the Fae compulsion and still my vocal cords grit, “Mistress.”
Oh, yeah, definitely killing her. Ten different ways and slow.
“That’s a good boy, Lor.”
What the fuck, she knows my name?
“Now we’re really going to play,” she purrs.

Anyway, I have a feeling that nothing big is going to happen between Ryodan and Dani in Burned even if Dani is a bit older. While reading the snippet from Lors POV, the only thing I'm thinking is how many pages is this and how many fewer pages will Dani and Ryodan get now.

It's only 500 + pages and we know that the won't get that good page time that we need. I had to come to terms with that in my heart. Too many things going on now.

I'm wondering where Ryodan is while Lor is keeping company in his office. Any predictions there?

I thought Ryo was out searching for Dani. At this point she is MIA.

This makes me so excited!
We are down to 5 weeks from tomorrow! With Christmas and New Years coming up, it'll be here in no time. That is what I'm telling myself anyway, lol!


That made me laugh



I know but I think that it would be the easy route.


I'm not sure what Dancer is exactly. I'm thinking human, but with some type of powers. Or maybe an entirely new type of supernatural being. The king made the sidhe-seers, maybe he made a male counterpart to them too.

I'm not sure what Dancer is exactly. I'm thinking human, but with some type of powers. Or mayb..."
Oooooh. I like that. Lol.

:))))





I called to reserve my copy at Barnes and Noble so I can hopefully get it a few days early, because my b&n usually just gives the books away the day they come to their store. And I know I saw!!!
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I like this idea. Unlike Mac, who was loved so much growing up, Dani has really only been shown love and kindness by a few people--debatably some of the sidhe seers, Mac, and Dancer. I think it is important for Dani to learn about and experience familial love too.
@Inada --- wow great theories! I would agree that Jo could definitely betray Dani. Not sure about the other theories, but it will be interesting to see everything play out :)