Wolfsbane (Nightshade #2)

Abandon hope, all ye who enter here

Calla, Shay," Anika said, ignoring their game of Let's Burn Holes in Each Other's Skulls with Angry Stares. "This is Silas. The Haldis Scribe.

Calla, Shay.' Anika said, ignoring their game of Let's Burn Holes in Each Other's Skulls with Angry Stares. 'This is Silas. The Haldis Scribe.

Connor smiled sadly at me. “Go on, that's where you belong.”
My fangs were already sharpening when I returned his smile. “Just don't try to pet me.

Connor strode confidently into the light-filled image. His body blurred for a moment and then there he was, standing among the crates. He paused, stretching his arms and yawning, and then suddenly dropped his pants and mooned us.

"Oh God, Connor!" Adne groaned. "Get through there and bite him, Shay."

"I'm not coming, remember?" Shay objected, but he laughed. "Even if I was, I wouldn't bite his ass."

"Maybe Calla will," Adne grinned.

"Not likely," I muttered though on a second glance I had to admit that Connor's ass wasn't that bad to look at.

f you'd crack a book, you'd appreciate the connection, but then again, you'd have to learn to read first. -Silas

He is Monroe's son." I pointed at Ren. "And he's your best hope to win this war." "He's what?" Shay's voice was dead quiet. I'm what?" Ren kept his own voice to a whisper, but the look he'd thrown me was a bit alarmed.

He no longer needed me to be his protector, but he still wanted me.

He was brilliant sunlight that drove away winter's chill.

His scent, the scent of spring, warm and hopefuly as the sunlight that filled this place, poured through me.

I'll walk you to your room. I'll even sing you a lullaby . . . and maybe you could show me what makes you howl,” Connor said, a smile sliding across his mouth.
“Hey!” Shay snapped out of his trance to glare at the Searcher.
“Down, boy.” Connor laughed.

I stared at him. "Did you just call me an abomination?
Silas looked me up and down. "Yes. Yes, I did.

It's just that this outfit is much easier to deal with than that chastity contraption you had on the last time we were kissing.

It's not babysitting,” Adne protested. “I haven't had to spank you once, which is a shame.

It took less than a second for me to shift and leap onto his desk, snarling. My fangs snapped inches from his face. Silas yelped, tipping his chair over backward, and rolled across the floor...
I glared at Silas, who was brandishing a letter opener at me.
"You do know she's not a werewolf, right?" Shay smirked at the Scribe. "That silver thing's not gonna be worth much."

My skin came alive under his fingers, every touch an electric crackle through my veins.

Sorry. It means something, if it is sincere. -Monroe

Staring at the wreckage of the life we could have had, I knew it wasn't about love or Shay or the Searchers now. It was about sacrifice and redemption, loss that could have new meaning.

Tess was sobbing, and each cry was like a razor slicing my skin.

The first thing Connor said when I saw him after he'd been at the outpost for a few months was, 'I see you got breasts, congratulations. I hope you know how to use them.

This is only about love.

What are you even doing here?' I barred my fangs at Silas. 'Aren't you just a paper pusher?
'That's my girl.' Connor smiled.

What in life is worth a sacrifice, if not love? -Bryn

When he kissed me again, I thought I would break apart with need. He pulled back, watching me silently. A question waited for me in his eyes. "Yes," I murmured. I kissed him again and there were no more questions to be answered.

Yeah, she is great. I spent the whole week with her."
"Doing what?" I asked, catching a growl before it left my throat.
"Aw, you're cute when you're jealous.

You’re lucky we didn’t you attack on sight.

You with us, Calla?' Lydia asked. 'Trip's over. This is where you get off.'
Connor coughed. 'I could help you with that.