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" Come.” The Hawk extended a hand to her. Refusing to touch him, she said sweetly, “After you.”
“Nay, lass, after you.” He motioned. He’d follow the sweet curve of her hips past the horned minions of hell.
“I must insist,” Adrienne demurred.
“As must I,” he countered.
“Go,” she snapped.
He folded his powerful arms across his chest and resolutely met her gaze.
“Oh, for God’s sake, do we have to fight about this, too?”
“Not if you obey me, lass.”
Behind them Lydia half laughed, half groaned. “Why don’t the two of you just walk side by side,” she said encouragingly.
“Fine,” Adrienne snapped.
“Fine,” the Hawk snarled. "
― Karen Marie Moning , Beyond the Highland Mist (Highlander, #1)
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" Ah, my heart, there is a price—” he murmured.
“You have no heart,” she informed his chest.
“True,” he agreed. “You’ve thieved it. And last night I stood before you in agony whilst you ripped it asunder—”
“Oh give over—”
“You have odd sayings, my heart—”
“Your heart is a puny black walnut. Wizened. Shriveled.” She refused to look up at him.
He laughed. “Lass, you will keep me amused long into my twilight years.”
“Coffee,” she muttered.
“The toll troll must be reckoned with.”
“And just what does the toll troll wish?”
“This morn, ‘tis simple. Other days it may not be. Today your coffee will cost you only a wee kiss. "
― Karen Marie Moning , Beyond the Highland Mist (Highlander, #1)
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" She lives, Lord Buzzard—”
“Hawk.”
“Both birds of prey. What difference?”
“A buzzard is a scavenger. A hawk selects his kill as carefully as a falcon. Stalks it with the same unerring conviction. And fails as frequently—which is never.”
“Never,” Adam mused. “There are no absolutes, Lord Hawk.”
“In that you’re wrong. I choose, I adhere, I pursue, I commit, I attain. That—that, my errant friend—is an absolute. "
― Karen Marie Moning , Beyond the Highland Mist (Highlander, #1)