His debtors always assumed he’d demand their firstborn. Like I’m fucking Rumpelstiltskin? What would Lothaire do with countless squalling babes? Raise them in a kennel?
I’m surprised he hasn’t been sniffing around you,
Psst. Minion. I need these laundered. Very little starch. Don’t just stand there gawking or you’ll anger my good frenemy General Wroth. We’re like this
“My Bride poisoned me so that I would lose a match against the demon male she loves.
I saw your power. You’re stronger than he is.
I had just heard tales that the Valkyrie were large warriors, akin to Amazons.
It figures-it’s always either the butler or the resurrected mate.
Elizabeth is my happiness, he thought again. “I could hate her for what she did to me.
You’ll strip in front of a vampire when you don’t even know his name?
Joke ’em if they can’t take a fuck. -NATALIE