“Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” Chat. British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?” “You whacked me on the head with a ball!” “You deserved… — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I… — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“Do you think we can be friends?” I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel.” — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just… — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
“I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?” Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just… — Priya Ardis Copy Share Image
