Make no mistake, little human. You are under my protection now, and I protect what is mine.
Laire, get back here! You do not drink before we meet with our mortal enemy.
You are sweet to be so concerned over my love life, but I’ve decided only to date guys who have bigger swords than me.
I don’t do magic. I turn your attention back to Friday night and the big-ass sword I was carrying. My job is to run and swing.
This woman was consuming him, bit by bit. She was becoming the reason and the reward of his existence, and if he did not shield himself, everything he did not have to give would belong to her.
Above her like this, he was a warrior god, hot and hard, demanding complete submission.
