Heat roared within him. Greedy heat. He wanted her....
She was in over her head, and it seemed... so was he.

She'd survived Brandon. Just to die all over again. "Well, hell."
He smiled wanly at her. "Indeed.

Are you going to eat him?" Samantha asked...
Warrick struggled for a moment, but had to tell her the truth. "Yes..."
"Can I watch? Samantha added.
Warrick laughed, and it echoed through the cavern. She kept surprising him.
"You're not eating him," his mother said, still irritated...."He's my steward," she continued. "I get to eat him.

Why do you even have jewelry?" she asked. "You don't wear any."
"It seems I acquired it for you.

The page contained a single, unfamiliar symbol. It looked like a backward S with the diagonals of an open triangle cutting through it. A straight line bisected both shapes. Could be creepy. Could be nothing.

Oh, the envelope did contain magic,” a strange, low voice said from the doorway.
Judith looked over. She forgot her cut and her coffee. And how to breathe.
The tall, broad man filling up the door frame looked like a warrior angel with gold hair falling into his eyes, a pale-gold undertone to his skin, and ‘heartbreaking’ green eyes….
“Any magic that involves blood is a grave threat,” he continued. “And death by paper cut would be a long and tedious way to go. I can help.