"Belle, you remember what you said, but not the language?" I flicked my hair back, starting to believe them. "Uh, I guess. This...isn't normal," I half asked. Warren turned back to us, his brow furrowed. "The intrigue is indescribable." Then he grinned at me and came to sit next to me again, enveloping me in his arms...
"Typical," I muttered, still lost in my thoughts. "What is?" Warren asked without stopping. "That the only guy interested in me wants to eat me, or something." He suddenly stopped and turned so fast I ran right into his chest. Before I could move back, he wrapped his powerful arms around me. A drugging warmth surround...
"I wish to ask you something." It took me a moment to make Warren out. He sat watching me. I sat up, still a little drowsy. "Shoot." He was instantly concerned. "What's the matter?" Oh, he took it to mean that. "No, I mean go ahead, ask me." "Oh. Would you forgive me any fault?" "What, you planning on killing Kyle?" ...