“Jen smiled at them, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Do you hear that, Desdemona, last of the witches? I have so named you! Hear me now," Jen yelled into the dark forest, the wind and thunder still rolling around… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
“Jen felt a hand rest at the nape of her neck as a voice spoke softly next to her ear, "If you need a… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
“Sally laughed. "When you first told me you were interested in Decebel, I honestly thought that there was no way you two would ever… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
“He told me to not let my friends throw my clothes out of the window," she paused and looked pointedly at Sally, who had the good sense to look sheepish, "because he had to get my clothes back – which he called souvenirs – from the wolves who apparently found them." She chuckled to herself, knowing she was once again… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share
“Sally did the mature thing and stuck her tongue out at her best friend.” — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
“Decebel looked over at Fane. "A face tu fiecare a lua ce ei say?(Do you ever get what they say?)" Fane smiled at his Beta. "Nu mai incerce sa, (No longer try)." "Good call." Decebel nodded. Jen looked over at Decebel, her eyes narrowing. "No talking in foreign tongue when around the Americans." Decebel leaned towards her, the gleam in… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share
“Jen, get a clue and read Wadim's shirt." Jacque told her dryly. Jen looked over at Wadim who, oh so helpfully, pulled his shirt out so that she could read it. In black bold letters it said, "No really, I'm a werewolf and you're a human, which essentially translates into a steak with legs." "Are you implying that Wadmin's going… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share
“Um, what's cooking in that sadistic brain of yours?" Jen asked nervously. Sally's eyes snapped open. "I was just thinking that maybe if you met someone else then you could get past your furry problem." "My furry problem? Really? You make it sound like I have abnormal leg hair growth or something." Jen rolled her eyes. "Look." Sally stopped Jen… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share
“Ugh, I swear I'd rather stab myself in the eye with a spoon repeatedly than be nice to some idiot, which means pretty much… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
“Why are we sitting way back here?" "This way we can see the whole room and do some recon." "Great, here we go with the black op lingo. Were you a Navy SEAL or some special forces officer in a past life?" Sally asked. "It's a gift. It comes so naturally that you think I've had formal training." Jen winked.… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share
“You're so hypno-something, could you be the devil, could you be an angel, your touch is something good, feels like going floating, leave my… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
