Dear diary," Anya muttered. "It's been three hours since I killed someone. Needless to say, life sucks. My gorgeous fiancé refuses to let me kill the most loathsome creature ever. Won't even let me give her a few superficial stab wounds. I'm thinking about breaking up with him.""I wouldn't recommend it" Reyes replied. "He may not ask for your hand in marriage a second time."She gasped with outrage. "Lucien. Tell him!"'I'd ask again." Lucien told him,

He didn’t face her. “I said go away.” “Like I’m going to obey you. You aren’t my daddy. Unless you want to be. ’Cause I’ve been a bad, naughty girl and I need a spanking.

With a clipped slash of his arm, Lucien knocked her hat. The ultrafashionable Anya sported uneven bangs and layers that hung sloppily around her face. "You may or may not look ridiculous. And adorable," he added with a grumble.

I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ll let you go, but don’t expect me to forget you. We’re bonded. I’ll be on your trail, doing everything in my power to win and romance you. So prepare to see a lot of me. I love you too much to let you go.” “Like I’d ever allow you to let me go. You’re mine. I love you, too, Flowers.” Her dark lashes swept up, her eyes suddenly shining with love.

What do you think we’ll find?” Strider asked, his features pensive as he peered at Lucien. “And why the hell do you now look capable of murder? These last few weeks the only expression you’ve given us was bored. I mention the temples and hello, demon.