Then, with grave formality, he unsheathed his sword.
"How old is that thing? Have you had it carbon dated?"
He looked aghast, as if she’d insulted his grandmother. "Hey, no disrespecting The Sword. Besides, it’s only three or four centuries old."
"Only? I would think that technology has improved since then. Why wouldn’t you get a new one?"
"I’m on my way to, remember? Try to keep up, halfling.
He stole credit for my research. And he was after the code I’m working on now."
Cade went still, fury spiking through him. "Holly, I’m going to give you his throat for this."
"Aw, you say the sweetest things, demon." She stood on tiptoe and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
Deciding he’d kill Tim for her anyway, he relaxed and said, "I know how to play those heartstrings, yeah?"
She unbuckled Cade’s belt. "I called him a fuckwit tosser."
"That’s my girl." He stripped off her top, then his shirt. "Are you coming on to me to get back at him?"
"Probably." Down went his zipper.
"I’m okay with that.
Furie had once asked her, “Why would you ever send a man to do a woman’s job?”
Confused, Myst had answered, “Because I can.
She laughed, and drank more beer. “Take a long trace off a short bridge, vampire.
Kresley ColeBecause of one unsuccessful beheading?” She tapped her claw to her chin. “Wow. I never thought you were such a pussy. I’m rethinking our friendship.
Kresley ColeDamn it, MacRieve, if you keep calling me kitten, then I'm going to start calling you something equivalent, like hound dog - and then we'll both be losers.
Kresley ColeMots clés kresley-cole iad mariketa
Holly's forgiven you?"
"Almost mostly. But she still gives me slack about it when she's sick. I take it as a husbandly badge," he said, puffing out his chest.
"Sick? You told me she was fully immortal."
"Yeah, but she still throws up some, because, well, the thing of it is... Ah, fuck, Rydstrom, I knocked her up."
"You're going to be a father?" Gods help the world. I'm going to be an uncle?
"I got Holly, like, on the first shot. Nix is calling me Bull's-eye and the Womb Raider.
Mots clés funny kresley-cole cade holly-s-pregnancy rydstrom
It's B.Y.O.S. Bring Your Own Sacrifice.
Kresley ColeMots clés nix
Myst hasn't returned yet, But you know that, or else you'd both be naked and fornicating on the front lawn"
"The night's young. Give us time, and it was a field a mile away."
A Valkyrie and Nikolai Wroth pg 322
Mots clés myst a-hunger-like-no-other wroth
Dreams can change.
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