I know I just met you, Susan,” Ravyn whispered against her ear. “But I think I love you.”
She froze her hand on the latch as a wave of anger went through her. Instead of warming her, those words went over her like ice. Looking at him over her shoulder, she glared at him. “You think? You think you love me? You don’t know?”
His face baffled, he scowled at her. “Why are you so angry? I’m trying to die here… for you. Nobly.”
“Then you should have just dropped dead and not opened your mouth to piss me of. You think? Think? What is that?

Auteur: Sherrilyn Kenyon