That's it. Fate is a fickle whore. We're not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.

A gondolat ereje sokkal nagyobb, mint azt az emberek többsége hinné.

Leave it alone, I'm handling this," Barrons told Ryodan."I suggest you do a better job.""And I suggest you go fuck yourself.

What I know, brother, is you break every goddamned rule for Mac.”“Back at you, Ry. Difference is, I’ll help you do it.”“Lor has never been Pri-ya.” Ryodan shakes his head in disgust. “The princess can’t turn us. Son of a bitch, Mac’s ass is—”“Mine,” Barrons says flatly. “You will never go there. You have a problem with Mac, you work it out with me. I am her shield, I am her second fucking skin.

I hear a guttural sound followed by a weak sigh and look back at the bodies. "I'm going to kill the kid," Barrons says faintly. Ryodan makes a burbling sound like a bloody laugh. I don't think he even has the parts left to laugh with. "Get in line.

Sonofamotherfuckinggoddamnbitch! JaysustiittyfuckingChrist!" That was Lor. Man of few words.

A Seelie. A fucking prince,” Lor said. “He’s got a couple hundred more Seelie from a dozen different castes waiting outside. Threatening war. Demanding you shut the place down, stop feeding the Unseelie.” I gasped, “V’lane?” “You told him to come!” Ryodan accused. “She knows him?” Lor exploded. “It’s her other boyfriend,” Ryodan said. “Besides Darroc?” one of the other men demanded. Lor glared at Barrons. “When are you going to wise up and shut that bitch down for good?

Odd way to dress for an investigation," Barrons murmured. "She's not Dani anymore," Ryodan clipped."Would you rather she had on jeans and sneakers?" I said."I'd rather she had on a fucking suit of armor," Ryodan said cooly.And a chastity belt if I could read the looks in a man's eyes. And I could. "She's a woman, Ryodan," I said softly. "Get used to it. Dancer was right. We need to accept her."(Mac, Barrons and Ryodan as Dani/Jada walks into Chesters)

I said, my phone." I stand at the threshold and look in. The princess has her back to me, and Lor is beyond noticing anything. Ryodan and Barrons are another matter. They're too observant by far. There is also the small matter of the enormous possessiveness I feel where Barrons is concerned. I step inside and place my palm on the interior panel. Two males roar in unison. "Ms. Lane, you will not close-" "Mac, you will give me my f*ucking-" The door hisses closed behind me.