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101 " So what’d you do to the lesser?” a male voice said. “I lit his cigarette with a sawed-off,” another one answered. “He didn’t come down for breakfast, you feel me? "
― J.R. Ward , Dark Lover (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #1)
102 " And I'll wash your other clothes. Shall I also order you a new set of leathers?""Don't-" Wrath shut his mouth. "Sure. That'd be great. And, ah, could you get me some boxers? Black? XXL? "
103 " He could feel V's eyes sharpen, the vampire's fierce intellect churning over the situation. Among the brothers, Vishous had the most raw brainpower, but he paid for the privilage.Man, Wrath sure had his own demons, and they were no walk in the park, but he wouldn't have wanted Vishous's cross to bear. Seeing what had yet to come was a terrible burden.-Wrath's thoughts "
104 " Man, you cannot be real," the human said softly. "Why not?" "You just can't." She laughed a little. "Well, I am." He cleared his throat again. Offered her a lopsided grin. "Mind if I ask you to prove it?" "How?" "Can I touch your hair? "
105 " Wrath clapped his brother on the shoulder. On the whole, though, the SOB was a total keeper. “Forgiven, forgotten.” “Feel free to hammer me anytime.” “Believe me, I do. "
106 " just like peaches," he said, stripping off her panties. "And I love peaches."-Wrath "
107 " He hung up and looked at Rhage.“Hate this,” the brother said.“I know.” Wrath moved the sticky, blood-soaked hair out of the vampire’s face. “We’re going to get you home.”“Didn’t like seeing you shot.”Wrath smiled softly. “Clearly. "
108 " Only if it were raining thumbtacks and hairpins, you letch. "
109 " Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistible urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee. "
110 " He smelled her instantly, and wouldn’t you know it, he got a hard-on. "
111 " You don’t know this yet,” he said grimly. “But you are mine. "
112 " She didn’t question the need to have him inside of her. She only knew that she was going to die if he didn’t take his pants off. Now. "
113 " So you’re really going to do this?” Tohrment asked him. Darius glanced across the shallow table. The other vampire’s eyes met his own. “Yeah. I am.”Tohrment nursed his Scotch and smiled grimly. Only the very tips of his fangs showed. “You’re crazy, D.” “You should know.” Tohrment tilted his glass in deference. “But you’re raising the bar."-Tohrment & Darius "
114 " I’m going to talk to her.” “And how’s that going to go? You’re just going to walk up to her and say, ‘Hey, I know you’ve never seen me before, but I’m your dad. Oh, and guess what? You’ve won the evolutionary lottery: You’re a vampire. Let’s go to Disneyland!’” “I hate you right now.”-Darius & Tohrment "
115 " Tohrment leaned forward, his thick shoulders shifting under black leather. “You know I got your back. I’m just thinking you should reconsider.” There was a heavy pause. “Maybe I could do it.” Darius shot him a dry look. “You want to try and get back into your house after the fact? Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend.” Tohrment winced. “Good point.” “And then she’ll come looking for me.” Both males shuddered.-Tohrment & Darius "
116 " Wrath lowered himself into a chair. He stared straight ahead and watched the crowd gradually swallow up the path he’d made. He waited. The pounding beat of Ludacris faded into old-school Cypress Hill. This was going to be good. Darius was a real straight shooter who knew Wrath couldn’t stand having his time wasted. If there was silence, something was up. Darius tipped back his beer, then let out a deep breath. “My lord—” “If you want something from me, don’t lead with that,” Wrath drawled.-Darius & Wrath "
117 " In her time as a reporter, she’d found that murder was a community event in Caldwell. Well, certainly for everyone except the man or woman who’d actually done the dying. For the victim, she had to imagine death was an alone kind of thing, even if he or she were staring into the face of the killer. Some bridges you crossed on your own, no matter who drove you to the edge.-Beth's thoughts "
118 " After all, what kind of fun would it be if you could easily avoid your inner hand grenade? "
119 " Your father sent me,” he said distinctly. And then he got into the backseat. Beth stopped breathing. "
120 " Men just weren’t that high on her list of priorities. They ranked somewhere down around getting her teeth cleaned and having her car serviced. And she didn’t have a car anymore. "