Make no mistake, pretty Kate,” he murmurs to me. “I still intend to woo you. I will give you time to get over your shyness, but just because we have not resonated does not mean that my heart will forget yours.

He wants to lie down like a couple? That’s fine – this can be his first experience with the wifely cold shoulder. Welcome to married life, Raahosh.

Maybe these people lived here in warmer times and left when it got too cold.” “But where did they go?” She shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine.

I have been waiting all this time for my Mardok. I slide my arms around his waist, holding him close and breathing in his scent. It does not matter that he is cooler to the touch or that his people are strange. He is mine.

I know there is no finer thing than your dew on my tongue.” Dew? We’d have to talk about love words in the future.

She’s definitely more of a grump, or, as Liz refers to her, the “salty daughter I never had.

Three days. I will not dishonor you before then.” He glances over at the guards, then back at me. “But I will be thinking about it. A lot.

We can’t do this,” I tell her, caressing her cheek with my thumb. “It’s not right.” “What’s not right about it? We haven’t even gotten to the tongues yet.” Tongues? Have mercy.

Somewhere in there is my beast, and maybe in saving him, I can save myself. We can save each other.

Bek, I never had a home before I got here. I was never safe. You are my home. You are my safe. I’m with you forever.