Bobby hasn’t realized he’s stripping any meaning that was left in him disappearing on her by doing it so frequently. One incredible night because he was jealous that her ex could still steal all her attention didn’t hold over when on the next night he made sure to remind her of the double standards. What sway or power does an empty bed have when it ( Read more... )

The ache to see Auberon grew in chest until she couldn't breath. If something wasn't done, she'd do something stupid, make a problem with Bobby. There was only one option she could thing of, to visit his grave and the statue that looked too life like. Say a few more words and hope they were enough to chase the feeling away. It was easy enough to ( Read more... )

(Back dated one day)

Mab woke up with the taste of blood in her mouth. Perhaps it would better described as a hunger, for all the salt safe-iron tang seemed so real. Waking Bobby up would have been easy. He never would have though overly much about a mid-coital bite that left him bleeding. It would have quieted the hunger for a time. Left her able ( Read more... )

“I had thought you would have come to see me after Auberon died.”

The voice sent every instinct she had into overdrive, brought unwanted tingles up and down her spine, and a desperate wish that she hadn’t sent Donagh to oversee the transfer of a prisoner with Dorian. She knew exactly what she’d see when she turned around, knew the lines of his body ( Read more... )

One thing that had truly entertained Mab during family outings were the occasions when she overheard people’s speculations as to why she was with a man who was older than her. Of course, with Bobby and she there was no comfortable illusion for observers that he was an older brother or some such relation. She couldn’t help herself from reaching for ( Read more... )