She hadn’t needed him to escape that place. But rather than making him angry, it only made him proud. Proud that such a woman was his, that she loved him the way he did her. And that she needed him now.

One didn’t discuss plans for a coup while standing in the elevator, no matter who owned the building.

I don’t usually cook.” “And the world thanks you,” he murmured.

He didn’t need her tears. He needed her toughness.

The vamps had plans to make for the trip? Well, so did she. Backups for when their plans went to hell and her plans were all they had left.

Anthony isn’t half as shrewd as he thinks he is.” “What about Natalie?” “Natalie’s mine.” “I got that, but Anthony won’t. He seems attached.” “Then I’ll have to unattach him.

He looks big and tough, but he needs someone to hold him, too.

And besides, his Cyn was coming for him. Dear Mathilde was about to learn just how lethal one human female could be.

He liked to think that it was his nonna’s stories that let him understand women as well as he did. Or, at least better than most. After all, what man could really understand a woman? But.

Did you ever find it?" Cyn asked."What's that?""Something he wouldn't give you?""You know, Cynthia, I did. Very recently,in fact."What was it?""You