I Don't Get Mad, I Get Even.

When Is The Last Time You Were A Tourist?” She Asked Archly. He Just Looked At Her. Charles, She Had To Agree, Was Not Tourist Material. “right,” Anna Told Him. “buck Up. You Might Even Enjoy It.” “you Might As Well Have ‘hapless Victim’ Tattooed Across Your Forehead,” He Muttered.

My Father Would Take You Wherever You Wanted To Go," He Told Her Softly. "i Was Pretty Sure I Could Talk You Into Staying, But I Underestimated How Badly Hurt I Was." "stupid," She Said Tartly. He Looked Up At Her, And Whatever He Saw In Her Face Made Him Smile, Though His Voice Was Serious When He Answered Her Charge. "yes. You Throw My Judgement Off." -charles And Anna When He Thought She Was Leaving Him And Changed When He Was Injured

She Understood His Passion Because She Felt The Same Way: As If Nothing Was More Important Than The Touch Of Her Skin To His, As If She'd Die If He Left Her.

Anna Looked At Brother Wolf. ‘i’d Like To See Someone Try To Put A Radio Control Collar On Charles. It Might Be Fun To Watch On Youtube.

Don’t Try Threatening An Alpha. They Don’t Like It.