He was by far the fiercest, most ruggedly handsome, yet, formidable man she had ever laid eyes on. She couldn’t stop staring at him. He had dark brown hair which skimmed his shoulders, a short-haired beard around his lips and chin, and gorgeous greenish-blue eyes that reminded her of the sea. There was something dangerously wicked about the look of his face, and she half expected him to yell for his men to batten down the hatches or swab the deck.

Vincent came within inches of her face. "You are a rare beauty, Sheirah." He drifted his eyes over her face. "But I shall not give you, or anyone my blood willingly or otherwise. I have made far too many mistakes to trust the likes of someone I have just met."Meadow gazed into Vincent's eyes and smiled wryly. "You tell me the truth, archangel. For if you spoke to me lies, I would have known.

She slowly turned around, placing her hands on the handle behind her, and inadvertently knocking the heavy, wooden door with her foot. She lifted her stunning eyes to his, seeming to see clear through him, hitting his heart, then deeper to the center of his soul. He wondered what she saw there, perhaps a dark shadow lurking in the midst.

His expression went cold and dark as he came within inches from her, towering over her small frame. His voice was calm but stern. "Let me be clear before we begin our working relationship. I am not kind nor do I, or will I ever, offer anything out of sheer kindness.

Like Breccan was known to do, he pushed the angry Gwarda a bit more. "It's settled then. She's mine." He cleared his throat and braced himself for the punch he knew would come.Darius's fist came fast, landing hard against Breccan's jaw.

Brynn began to turn away, but he grabbed her by the arms. "Ah. Ah. No running away. I asked you a question, I expect an answer. How have I played with you? There's no doubt in my mind that I'd remember doing such and I guarantee you would.

How else could people exist in a world of good and evil, where wicked atrocities abound in backyards, yet somehow still be capable of experiencing joy and love? Surely Darius was not the only survivor of evil, not the only one who longed to see good in the world. He had just focused on the wrong thing, allowing it to consume him.

You kissed her? You kissed my mate?""Actually, the more I think about it, she kissed me. But I kissed her back.""You kissed?" Breccan asked again."Yes. We kissed. Mouths tangled. Tongues involved. Kissed.""I know what it means! Care to elaborate?""At one point she screamed.

Your life, your breath, do they diligently seek,Beyond the ridge to Willows Peak.Go tortured soul! Go the weak!Fall into their arms which eagerly reach,Your spirit will they shackle and keep,buried in the darkness of Willows Peak.""Not the happiest poem in the world," Breccan remarked.

So, Gwarda...," she said with a sigh. "It's been a long day. You know my real name. Want to explain how that is?"Breccan took a wider stance and crossed his massive arms over his chest. "Take off your hood.