I’ll no’ love ye, Kate Campbell. No’ ever.

Marcus?” he asked a moment later, while Marcus lowered them to the ground. “Do you like Sam?” “Aye, I do,” Marcus told him. “I love her.” “But Tabitha said one of the Whites told her you don’t love anything.” “Well.” Marcus kissed the top of his head. “The White was wrong.

I am a cold hearted, ruthless bastard who sees what he wants and takes it. Is that not so?” He stepped closer to her, too close. His voice, no longer tender, was like the growl of a hungry wolf. “You think I don’t want you.” He ran his fingers over the pulse beat of her throat... “But I do.

And then you snatched me from the ashes and stirred my dreams back to life.

Sam looked up at the ceiling. Are you bathing up there, Marcus? I am. Would you care to join me? She could almost see the smirk on his face when she told him to shut up.

She heard the sound of one tremendous flap and looked up in time to see the man who’d put a hole in the roof of her stable hovering in the air over her castle looking down at her. For the space of a breath, Sam’s heart completely stopped beating in her chest at what she saw in the bright light of day. Those were wings. They were real. And then she fainted dead away in her garden.

Satans balls

Watching her was like being caught up in the radiance of a star, and in the light, he was revealed.

If I had known how good cooked meat tastes, I would have breathed my fire on all those pigs before I ate them.

His every movement was laced with a lethal combination of grace and strength, a lord among mere mortals. He was confident, arrogant, composed and unfazed by her best efforts to beguile him.