Slumber

When we’re there I’ll create a distraction. You have to keep your wits about you, Lady Rogan. Watch me all the time. When I make my move, you make it with me and we run.” I blinked owlishly, hoping I’d heard wrong. “That’s your big plan? A distraction?” He smiled cheekily at me. “Yes. It’s good, right?” “You’re going to get us killed.” “Well, since you got us kidnapped in the first place, I think it’s only fair.

I always get what I want, Rogan. Always.” “And what about what I want?” Wolfe pressed a soft, tender kiss to my lips, the arrogance giving way to deep sincerity. “I’ll always give you what you want, Rogan. Always.

Not able to stop it, I felt a small smile tilt up the corners of my mouth. "Noted. Althought I must protest that you keep forcing unwanted kisses on me." "It's the only way to get one. Unwanted indeed." He raised a knowing eyebrow at me. Arrogant Knave. I shook my head, feeling sad and happy all at the same time. "Why do you persist, Wolfe?" His grin was slow and wicked as he stood back from me, allowing my body and mind to breathe again. "Strategy." "Strategy?" He cocked his eyebrow. "At first I thought imposed isolation would make you miss me-" "Why you arro-" "-But then I realised that it's being near me you can't resist. And there are only so many kisses you'll take before you give in to me completely, Rogan.

Strikingly tall, broad, a thick head of silky chestnut hair, olive skin and beautiful almond shaped eyes. His was a strong face, masculine, powerful. I disliked it greatly.

You're going to get us killed." "Well, since you got us kidnapped in the first place, I think it's only fair.

Might there come a time When we stand over a grave And mourn ourselves? Mourn the past, a previous life? Shall we weep for the passing of time? Shall we grieve for unfulfilled dreams? In my naivety; in my belief In immortal youth, I sleep walk through life. Someone... wake me up. Please. Wake me up.

He stared at Wolfe. "When you attack me you have to make it look real." Wolfe's face tightened. Kir sighed heavily, his lip curling up almost condescendingly. "I mean it, Wolfe." I wasn't surprised when Wolfe made no response. Clearly, he didn't want Kir to get hurt. Coming to the same conclusion I had drawn, Kir pulled back his shoulders, his own expression determined. There was a dark, mischievousness in his eyes, I didn't trust. "Fine." He shook his head, throwing Wolfe a warning look. "Then I guess I'll have to make you want to." When his long arm came out and caught me around the waist I squawked in undignified surprise and instinctively pushed against his hard chest as he crushed me to him, his other hand winding into my hair to bring my lips against his in a hard, punishing kiss. (...)Quite abruptly that muffled exclamation was given free reign as his body was wrenched from mine, soaring across the room and straight through the door. That's right. Straight through the door. Not the doorway. The door. I gaped in befuddlement at Kir collapsed around the wooden splinters of the door in the hall, groaning as he drew himself up into a sitting position. "Come on." I blinked down at the large familiar hand wrapped around my wrist and then up at its owner. Wolfe. A really angry Wolfe.

I'm stuck up in these here mountains with the dumbest smart person I ever be meetin'.

The Hawks want to talk to you, Boss." "The Hawks?" I queried, confusion wrinkling my brow. Kir smiled and pulled me to my feet. "My gang are called the Hawks." I threw him a sardonic look. "Why? Because you always catch your prey?" He grinned wickedly. "Always, beautiful Rogan. Always.

You know, L, I'm feeling overwhelmed by your kindness and charm." "I try to leash the potency of the charm but it's too exhaustin'.

I felt an angry flush colour my face. "I was in the middle of training. I don't need your help." "I'm the best swordsman in the Royal Guard," he said without arrogance, and I knew it was true. "Don't you want to learn from the best?" "I was learning from second best, which is quite alright with me." I thrust my chin up in the air haughtily, running my eyes down the length of his body with a look of distaste. "Why don't you return to your mistress, Captain? I've heard she enjoys a bit of swordplay." Wolfe laughed.

Wolfe was furious with me but he still cared. Cared enough to foolishly follow me into the heart of the Alvernian Mountains.

A piece of information can change a person. I'd hate to change the way I'm supposed to live the future.

When I was a child the world smelled of summer.

How could I be a coward after all I’d gone through?

I love you, Rogan … I could not ask you to give up who you are when it is the very reason I want you.

Our eyes locked. I felt known. I felt known and loved down to my very soul.

You drive me crazy, Rogan,” he whispered gruffly. “You always have.” My heart was struggling to calm down, and I laughed at the strange, awesome but awful turn of events. “Well, you took the perfect revenge.” He turned his head to look at me and grinned. Smug. I swatted at him. “Very nice.” “What?” He laughed, rolling up onto his elbow and reaching out to brush my hair off my face. “After spending the last few years panting after you, it’s nice to know you want me back.

I’m just starting to realize I don’t know you at all.” “Yes, you do,” came his hoarse response. “You just hate that I’m not what you need me to be.