Citazioni

Long live the King

After turning his back on the throne for centuries, Wrath, son of Wrath, finally assumed his father's mantle--with the help of his beloved mate. But the crown sets heavily on his head.
As the war with the Lessening Society rages on, and the threat from the Band of Bastards truly hits home, he is forced to make choices that put everything--and everyone--at risk.

Beth Randall thought she knew what she was getting into when she mated the last pure blooded vampire on the planet: An easy ride was not it. But when she decides she wants a child, she's unprepared for Wrath's response--or the distance it creates between them.

The question is, will true love win out... or tortured legacy take over?

George.
His beloved, docile golden retriever was directly in his grille, barking loud as a shotgun, sure as if he were demanding that Wrath cease and desist right this moment.
All at once, the reality of what he was doing flooded into him.
What the f**k was wrong with him?

"When were you going to tell me?" Wrath demanded.
"Tell you what? That you can be a real a**hole? How about right now." (Beth)

"Godd***, female, don't look at me like that," Trez groaned.
"Like what?"
He seemed to roll his hips, and when he mumbled something she also couldn't catch, she breathed deep- and dearest Virgin Scribe, the scent that poured out of him was nothing short of ambrosia in the nose.
"Selena, you gotta go, girl. Please..."

Assail reached for the door. "Stay in the car."
"Don't go," Sola blurted.
He glanced back at her. "Be not afraid. They owe me this."

Wrath quieted the chaos by curling up a fist and slamming it down on the table. "What's done is done." God, this hurt. "The question is, what now. What is our response , and who the held do they think is going to rule?"

"Whate'er did you speak?" Xcor asked roughly.
As Layla repeated what she had uttered, her scent was infused with the sharp spice of fear: "You may have me."