Francesca shook her head over the vehemence of that command, but she felt very precious to him. Cherished.
“You are cherished. Now do something women are supposed to do, something I will not worry about.”
“Look who’s talking!” She tried to sound indignant, but he was making her laugh with his nonsense.
“It is not nonsense. These are commands from your lifemate, and you should listen and obey.” He sounded very arrogant as only Gabriel could.
“You’re showing your age again. You awoke in the twenty-first century. Women no longer listen and obey, worse luck for you. I have work to do, and you are in some place very musty and smelling of wet dirt. What are you doing?”
“Performing secret masculine rituals.”

Auteur: Christine Feehan