Why bother when a dramatic entrance is so much more fun?

The feeling that passed between them, so powerful there was no language to describe it... It was not mere friendship, but something born of and strengthened by it.

Where is Aelin.
Where is my wife?

Lysandra's smile grew. "I like your fangs," she said sweetly.
Aelin choked on her grape. Of course Lysandra did.
Rowan gave a little grin that usually sent Aelin running. "Are you studying them so you can replicate them when you take my form, shape-shifter?"
Aelin's fork froze in midair.
"Bullshit," Aedion said.

I know you two are old and up past your bedtime so ill keep this quick.

It was a long story, and sometimes she grew quiet and cried - and during those times he leaned over to wipe away her tears.