Run first,' Shane said. 'Mourn later.'
It was the perfect motto for Morganville.

Now," said Brandons low, cold voice. "Lets not be rude eve.

…dancing in the carnage and the flames.

Whoa. Fangs. She had fangs.

She leaned in, prodded them a little. Eating with those puppies was going to take some getting used to, she thought.

On impulse, she brought up her hands, turned her fingers into claws. Hissed.

Cool.

So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself? ~Eric Northman

He knew himself well enough that once she was gone he wouldn’t last regardless. His heart would simply stop beating without her.