This was not a battlefield, or even the remains of a battlefield. It was the remains of a slaughter.
If her stalker didn't kill Christy soon, she might just drive me to it.
Also, I hate Auriele and most of the rest of the pack. Grrr
"I don't know where you get your information, but I didn't win any battles with Our Lord and Master Bran Cornick who is the Marrok. No one does. That's why he's the Marrok."
"That's not what he says."
"Christy, if you don't give Adam the phone right the hell now, so help me, I will put you out with the rest of the trash in the morning."
"No, really," I said. "Maybe we should just consider giving Christy to him?"
"I'm serious," I said. And I was. Really. If only a little bit.
"Right," he said affectionately. "I know exactly how serious you are."
*snickers* I love these two together.
"Keep going," I told him. "We'll consult Wikipedia and the library later."
^_^ It's funny to me that this book is making me so ridiculously happy considering how much I hate Christy (and most of the pack).