Oh God's! My eyes!" Connor covered his face. "My innocence!"
"Shut up Connor!
He told me how special you are," he said, flashing Shay an unfriendly smile. "Because of your great-great-times-a-hundred-grandmother Eira who got us into this mess when she became a demon's mistress." "Thanks for reminding me," Shay said. "So now you know why you and Calla were supposed to cut my throat instead of a cake at your wedding. Too bad that didn't happen." Ren Stiffened. "I'm not sorry you made it out of Vail alive. As for the rest of it ... we'll see how that turns out, won't we?
Andrea CremerDo you still want Ren?" I listened to my own heartbeat for a minute before answering. "Yes." "That's one hot mess, Cal." Ansel smiled at me.
Andrea CremerI'm sorry Silas. I'll try to make it up to you.
Andrea CremerHang on .... Do you smell that?"
"Yeah ... shit," Nev snarled, glancing at the thick jungle that surrounded us.
"You smell shit?" Ethan asked. "Thanks for sharing."
"No," Nev said. "We smell cats.
What?" Connor asked, frowning at the alpha.
"That's my sister," Ren growled.
Connor stared at him. "I know. And I love her."
"Great," Ren said. "But what are your intentions?"
"My intentions?" Connor looked from Ren to Ande, frowning. Ren grinned, showing Connor his sharp canines. "When all this is over, you and I have a lot to talk about too.
Adne walked over to Connor, stretched up on her tiptoes, and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "You're a good man after all."
She smiled sadly, beginning to turn away, but Connor slid his arms around her waist, lifting her off her feet. The kiss he crushed onto her mouth was anything but chaste and lasted so long that soon we all turned away, blushing.
When he finally set her down, his voice was thick. "I give up. I love you, Adne. I am crazy in love with you.
You want us to go in there---seriously?" He stared at the cave. "It smells like death. Horrible, farty death.
Andrea CremerI also hold very strong personal convictions about censorship. I don't believe in forbidden knowledge.
Andrea CremerMots clés knowledge censorship forbidden nightshade
Your packmate?
Ren lowered his head. My second
I'm sorry. My father rested his muzzle on Ren's shoulder.
Ren whimpered softly, leaning into my father.
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