“You love me?”
He answered without hesitation. “With everything I am, baby doll, and everything I’m meant to be.”
“I loved you before you took your first breath on this earth because that was my fate but you made me love you because you’re just… fucking… you.”
“If I could have wished what I thought was my perfect mate on the wind and had her come back to me in a storm, I could never have come up with anything as exquisite as you.”
“Female humans need communication, a lot of it. It's fucking annoying but, trust me, you're better off giving it to her than suffering the consequences.”
“You have a lovely castle,” she noted, looking around while sitting on a couch and crossing her legs before she tipped her face up to Lucien and asked mock petulantly. “Why don’t we have a castle, darling?”
“You want a castle, sweetling, I’ll get you a castle,” Lucien answered casually.”
“You defy me again, I'll take you to that bed and make you my queen right... fucking... now.”
“Baby doll, you're about to be claimed.”
“My peopole like to sing,” he informed her easily. “They like it best when they’re shitfaced.”
“Don’t call me wolf when you’re pissed, wolf.”
“We girlie girls might be able to help you big strong boys kick ass,” Leah declared proudly and both Lucien and Callum grinned at her.”
“Fuck, baby doll, I missed you so fucking much.”
“Every day, I would wake up and think you were perfect and every night I'd go to sleep thinking that, somehow, during the day, you got even more perfect.”
“It’s all right, baby doll, I’ve got you.”
“Baby doll, that’s pretty but it just won’t do.”
“This party was not in the least like a party a wolf would throw. For one thing, no one had shown up smashed. For another thing, even though it started an hour ago, still no one was smashed.”
“Compassion is often mistaken for weakness, when the fact is, there is very little that is more powerful than the courage it takes to give it.”
“He can be pretty charming and charismatic. Still, he’s not a well man.”
The newcomers all burst out laughing. Callum scowled at her a moment before dropping his head back and saying to the ceiling, “Bloody hell.”
“And I you, my handsome wolf. With everything I am, with everything I’m meant to be, and with eternity to be it in, that’s a lot.”
“Unfortunately, baby doll, we don’t have enough time for me to explain all the ways I love you. That, in itself, would take centuries.”
“My glorious queen, I told you we’d have a beautiful life, you and I.”
“The days, I can forget, baby doll. But the nights…” His voice dropped to a hoarse growl, filled with intense feeling. “The nights will be torture knowing I won’t have this for eternity.”
“He was good-looking. No doubt about it.
But he was crazy as a loon.”
“Then, his eyes golden and shimmering, he said quietly, “Come to your wolf, baby doll.”
“But, my wolf, compassion is often mistaken for weakness when the fact is, there is very little that is more powerful than the courage it takes to give it. The one thing I know that’s even more powerful is the courage it takes to forge your own path, make your own mark and in doing so, make change.”
“But, my wolf, compassion is often mistaken for weakness when the fact is, there is very little that is more powerful than the courage it takes to give it.”
“She stared at his handsome face.
He was good-looking. No doubt about it.
But he was crazy as a loon”
“and seeing her makeup free, in a nightgown and ponytail, her lips bruised from his kisses, her face flushed with sex, he thought she’d never looked more adorable, never prettier, beyond beautiful.”
“He rolled her to her back and used his hands, mouth, and tongue on her, all over her, and she was greedy for that too. Arching against him, her hands coaxing and demanding, her nails scraping or diving into his hair to hold him to her.”
“There was one thing he liked about the human’s mating ritual, the female accepting the male’s name. Callum liked this not because it denoted possession, but because it signified the birth of a single unit, a family.”
“Oh, I thought of calling it Journeyings in Germany. It sounds well, and would be correct. Or Jottings from German Journeyings--I haven't quite decided yet... (Minora)”
“How could he say this? How could he think that I could just walk away from this? “It matters! If we don’t find her, if then all of it--my life--” My voice broke. I could hardly breathe; my lungs felt too small to draw the air I needed.
But Kiernan had curled his lips up and closed his eyes. “That’s what it really comes down to, doesn’t it? That’s why we can’t tell. This isn’t about having enough proof, or even about Philantha getting hurt. You have to find her yourself. This isn’t just about the country, or the throne. This is about you proving that you’re not nobody. If you can’t be the princess, you’ll be the savior of the princess.”
Another feeling of being kicked, but this one hit harder, right in a place I had been trying to shield. “No,” I whispered, but it came out low.
“You can’t be just a scribe, or a wizard. Nameless God,” he cried, raking a hand through his hair. “I wish they had never found you, never made you think you were the princess. Nothing else will ever be good enough, not now. You’ll never be happy. You’ll throw yourself into danger, take it all on yourself, just to prove that they were all wrong about you. And I just--I just--”
And without warning, he stepped in front of me, grabbed my shoulders to stop my pacing, and kissed me.”
“made out a shape at the other end of the greenhouse,”
“Ayúdalo a entender que “nuestra lucha no es contra seres humanos, sino contra poderes, contra autoridades, contra potestades que dominan este mundo de tinieblas, contra fuerzas espirituales malignas en las regiones celestiales” (Efesios 6:12). Oro para que esté fuerte en el Señor y que se ponga toda la armadura de Dios, para que pueda hacer frente a las artimañas del diablo en el día malo. Ayúdalo a ceñir sus lomos con el cinturón de la verdad y protegerse con la coraza de justicia, calzados sus pies con la disposición de proclamar el evangelio de la paz. Ayúdalo a tomar el escudo de la fe, con el cual pueda apagar todas las flechas encendidas del maligno. Oro para que tome el yelmo de la salvación, y la espada del Espíritu, la cual es la Palabra de Dios, orando siempre en el Espíritu con toda oración y súplica, vigilando y manteniéndose”
“If you ever loved anything in your life, try to remember it. If you ever betrayed anything, pretend for a moment that you have been forgiven. If you ever feared anything, pretend for an instant that those days are gone and will never return. Buy the lie and hold to it for as long as you can. Press your familiar, whatever its name, to your breast and stroke it till it purrs.”
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