Curran Lennart személy
Curran is the Beast Lord.
Age: 31
Build: Muscular, defined, gives off a sense of coiled strength about to explode.
Hair: Blond, typically cut short except during the flare when it grows into a mane within a few days.
Eyes: Grey, luminescent with gold when excited or angry. Curran’s gaze is extremely difficult to hold.
Distinguishing marks: Broken nose that didn’t quite heal right, very unusual for shapeshifter.
Beast form: An enormous grey lion, striped with darker grey, like smoke blown against grey velvet.
He’s observant and shrewd and tends to use diplomacy and intimidation, breaking into violence only as last resort.
He moves extremely quietly and enjoys sneaking up on Kate.
Idézetek
The ring of the phone jerked me from my sleep. I clawed my eyes open and rolled off my bed. For some reason, someone had moved the floor several feet lower than I had expected, and I fell and crashed with a thud.
Ow.
A blond head popped over the side of the bed, and a familiar male voice asked, “Are you okay down there?”
Curran. The Beast Lord was in my bed. No, wait a minute. I didn’t have a bed, because my insane aunt had destroyed my apartment. I was mated to the Beast Lord, which meant I was in the Keep, in Curran’s rooms, and in his bed. Our bed. Which was four feet high. Right.
“Kate?”
“I’m fine.”
“Would you like me to install one of those child playground slides for you?”
Vigyázat! Felnőtt tartalom.
I backed up and spread my arms.
“Want to play?”
He pulled off his shoes. Five minutes later, we were rolling around on the helipad as he tried to muscle his way out of my armlock, after slamming me onto the helipad.
“I finally realized the source of your mutual attraction,” Saiman said, his voice dry.
I looked up. He was standing a few feet away.
“Do enlighten us.” Curran tried to roll into me to break the lock. Oh no you don’t.
“You both think violence is foreplay.”
I laughed.
Why am I the expert all of a sudden?”
“Of the two of us, you have more stalking experience.”
He leaned back. “Really?”
“Yes. When you let yourself into my apartment before we were dating, did you fidget while you watched me?”
“Will you let it go?” he growled.
“No.”
“I didn’t fidget. I checked on you to make sure you hadn’t gotten yourself killed. I wanted to know that you weren’t dying slowly of your wounds, because you have no sense and half of the time you couldn’t afford a medmage. I didn’t stand there and watch you. I came in, made sure you were okay, and left. It wasn’t creepy.”
“It was a little creepy.”
“It worked, didn’t it?”
“Worked how?”
“You’re still alive.”
“Yes, of course, take all the credit.”
I walked up to Curran. “Fifteen seconds.”
His eyes shone. “I remember. Try not to die.”
“I’ll survive just so I can kill you.”
“See you in the morning, then.”
I moved aside. Behind me Derek had a wide smile plastered on his face.
“Are you babysitting me for the fight?”
He nodded, his smile even wider.
Marvelous.
“Kate makes good sausage,” Jim said.
Six pairs of eyes stared at me. Thank you, Mr. Wonderful. Just what I needed.
“Oh yeah.” Andrea snapped her fingers. “The links? The ones we had the beginning of the month? I didn’t know you made those. I thought they were bought. They were so good.” Her smile was positively cherubic. Of all the times not to be able to shoot laser beams out of my eyes . . .
“What do you put into your sausage, Kate?” Raphael wanted to know, giving me a perfectly innocent look.
Werejaguars with big mouths with a pinch of werehyena thrown in. “Venison and rabbit.”
“That sounds like some fine sausage,” Doolittle said. “Will you share the recipe?”
“Sure.”
“I had no idea you were a sausage expert,” Curran said with a completely straight face.
Die, die, die, die. . . .
Even Derek cracked a smile. Raphael put his head down on the table and jerked a little.
“Is he choking?” Dali asked, wrinkling her forehead.
“No, he just needs a moment,” Curran said. “Young bouda males. Easily excitable.”
Ekkor kopogtak.
A villa félúton megállt a levegőben. Az ajtóra néztem. A kopogás folytatódott. Biztos, hogy nem Derek az. Az ő kopogása óvatos, majdhogynem bocsánatkérő. Ez a rohadék viszont úgy kopog, mintha még ő tenne nekem szívességet azzal, hogy legalább jelez, mielőtt megpróbál belépni az ajtón.
186. oldal
– Mi történt a farkasalfával?
– Lego.
– Lego? – Ez nagyon görögösnek hangzott, de ilyen mitológiai néven nem tudtam felidézni semmit. Talán egy sziget lehetett?
– Éppen egy kosár mosnivalót vitt az alagsorban, amikor megbotlott a régi Lego-készletben, amit a gyerekei a lépcsőn hagytak. Eltört két bordája és a bokája. Két hétig távol lesz a Bizottságtól. – Curran megrázta a fejét. – Tényleg a legnagyszerűbb időpontot találta erre. Ha nem lenne rá szükségem, magam ölném meg.