“That’s my job. And I trust you.” Words rarer even than ‘I love you’ among the Fae, and never spoken lightly. “Maybe” — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“Cuinn knew what he would see —a trail of stars, the Pattern’s claiming mark on a Royal, gleaming silver-blue along the torso of... Of… — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“He couldn’t stop seeing the Prince Royal’s eyes. Mouth. Extremely grabbable hair. Perfect ass. Down, Cuinn. Bad Fae.” — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“Josh leaned in and kissed Conall’s forehead. “Come on, get dressed. There’s a place you can stay for a few days. Until I can… — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“Tiernan smiled, slowly, and caught Kevin’s hand. “It means ‘lover’, where I come from.” — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“He looked down at the gleaming surface, and fought down dizzying vertigo. The silver-blue Pattern gleamed in the circle below him, its lines finer… — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“Then allow me to repeat myself, your Grace.” He bowed slightly, letting his mildness carry the weight of his sarcasm. “No.” “Perhaps” — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“How long has it been?” He gave the underside of the human’s cock a slow reverse lollipop lick, head to balls. “Since you let… — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“But I’m not human. And if you’ll stop fighting me, I might be able to heal you. If I don’t die trying.” — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“This has to be the fecking strangest way to say ‘I love you desperately and will you marry me?” — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
“Why did Conall call him his soul-share? Whatever that was. His eyes snapped open. I understood it. Scair-anam. Soul-share. How? ” — Rory Ni Coileain Copy Share Image
