Ye know, Cork Courrant-Porky Implant. Tis a jest” Ian.

That’s Carlos?” Phineas lowered his sword and whistled under his breath. “Hello, kitty.

I want to be loved, honestly and truly loved, for who I am. And I want to love a woman with all my heart for all my life. I want to ache for her mind, for her body, for her companionship.

I’m already saved. Hallelujah, praise the Lord. Now unlock that door and set me free, brother.

Ignore him,” Heather begged. “I do. Constantly.” Jean-Luc studied the coach, then turned to Heather with a wary look. “Every man in this town wants you.” She laughed. “Yea, right. The old guys from the nursing home go into cardiac arrest whenever I walk by.” His gaze drifted over her. “I can believe that.

Power surged through him, so fierce and scorching he thought his skin would melt, his guts would boil, and his head burst like a kernel of corn dropped into a fire. Pain and power, power and pain, he could no longer tell the difference. He only knew he wanted it, wanted to drink it in, soak it up, and claim it all.

He let himself into the security office and scanned the wall of surveillance monitors. Parking lot clear. Corridors empty. Cafeteria empty. Heart empty.

As long as mortals choose to do evil, then evil will triumph. And Lucifer will laugh when people blame it on the Heavenly Father. But even with all the suffering in the world, the Heavenly Father will not take away your free will. He wants you to choose good or evil. He will not force us to choose good.

Gregori jolted back. “Snap! You couldn’t control one measly mortal?” Roman clenched his fists. “No.” Gregori slapped a hand against his brow. “Snap!” “Why the hell are you snapping? Are you a turtle?” It was times like this that firing Gregori seemed to be the wise choice.

Oh yeah. It would be terrible for you to have only one working fang. Your friends might want to call you Lefty.