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“When she scooped up her clothes, opened his door, then snapped her fingers for a guard down the hall, Wroth watched like a bystander.

“Pssst. Minion. I need these laundered. Very little starch. Don’t just stand there gawking or you’ll anger my good frenemy General Wroth. We’re like this.�

He couldn’t see her but knew she was twining two fingers together.”
― Kresley Cole, The Warlord Wants Forever

“You’ll call for me. You’ll be lonely in your new quarters and will feel out of sorts. I could let you pet my hair until you fell asleep.â€�
He drew in closer and lowered his voice to ask in all seriousness, “You’re mad, aren’t you?�
“As—a—hatter,� she whispered back conspiratorially.
He felt a hint of sympathy for the creature. “How long have you been in here?�
“For four long...interminable...days.�
He glowered at her.
“Which is why I want you to take me with you. I don’t eat much.�
The dungeon erupted with laughter again.
(Myst and Nikolai)”
― Kresley Cole, The Warlord Wants Forever

“Myst hasn't returned yet, But you know that, or else you'd both be naked and fornicating on the front lawn"
"The night's young. Give us time, and it was a field a mile away."

A Valkyrie and Nikolai Wroth pg 322”
― Kresley Cole, A Hunger Like No Other

“How do you plan to keep me here during the day? An unblooded Forbearer shouldn’t be so hard to vanquish.â€�
Vanquished by her? Amusing. “I’ll send you back to the cell. You want to be my pet? I’ll take you out and put you back in your cage at my pleasure.�
She blinked at him. “You don’t want to send me back. Who will entertain you? I can deal poker and make shadow animals.”
― Kresley Cole, The Warlord Wants Forever

“As they walked the drive, he said, "Hold my hand."

"Big vampire scared the wittle Valkyrie will get away?"

He turned to her with his brows drawn. "I just want to hold your hand.”
― Kresley Cole, The Warlord Wants Forever

“With a silent mew, Myst stood, stretched, then padded forward to twine about his leg. Vane reached down and rubbed his fingers over the sleek head, then ran his nails down her spine. Myst arched, tail stiffening; the rumble of her purr reached Vane.
It also reached Patience; she glanced down. "Myst!" she hissed. "Stop bothering Mr. Cynster."
"She's not bothering me." Capturing Patience's gaze, Vane added: "I enjoy making females purr.”
― Stephanie Laurens, A Rake's Vow