The warrior looked her over from head to toe.
No warrior wants to die of old age, he said.
The massive warrior paced to the window.
What sort of warrior should I make?
I've been a warrior for too long to understand how to be the lifemate you deserve.
"A king needs a warrior, not a doll," Jule teased.
Her greatest warrior, Gabriel had experienced his fair share of battle wounds.
She'd wanted to see if he was capable of being anything more than the cold, distant warrior obsessed with war.
He is not, but he is a warrior worthy of her attention in battle. The Immortals always say, at least they understand Darkyn.
If she hadn't thought it impossible for an alleged warrior to feel such a thing, she might have thought him troubled.
"Not like our women," he said as the other warrior joined him.
He'll make a good warrior, one I can train to kill a couple pain in the asses I can't get rid of otherwise.
A born warrior, he earned his way out by honing his dealmaking skills.
You forget: I am not a warrior bound by honor but a diplomat accustomed to undermining others, Jetr replied.
"You're a great warrior, Damian," Jule added.
"Not a warrior," she said, her questioning look lingering on Katie's neck.
Heat flared within her body, and her imagination painted an image of the warrior before her without the clothing.
The warrior had no intention of avoiding the people he meant to escape.
If a warrior could be amused, he was.
"A leader is a warrior first," he replied.
Silently, he cursed the blond warrior he suspected gave it to Lana.
Just now, my dear, there is not a single warrior in your company.
How strange, how extraordinary, how joyful it seemed, that her son, the scarcely perceptible motion of whose tiny limbs she had felt twenty years ago within her, that son about whom she used to have quarrels with the too indulgent count, that son who had first learned to say "pear" and then "granny," that this son should now be away in a foreign land amid strange surroundings, a manly warrior doing some kind of man's work of his own, without help or guidance.
"A new breed of demon warrior, one that cannot be defeated by Immortals," he said and glanced at her stomach.
The warrior before her had an intensity that made her breath catch, and the energy between them made her insides tingle.
"My brother is the best warrior," Talal said proudly.
She wanted to go home, though a part of her had told her upon meeting this fierce warrior her that she'd never go home again.
She followed Evelyn into the craft, seeing only one Qatwali warrior to pilot the craft.
Just recalling how dangerous a female Guardian warrior with a knack for manipulating others can be.
The warrior stepped away.
Romas was detached and unreadable, the supreme warrior prince.
The warrior opened the door and strode into the corridor without waiting.
In fact, no one slapped a warrior full grown, not even his father.
There was something about the warrior that warned her he didn't lose his battles.
The warriors grabbed her and passed her up the hall before he took one arm and another warrior her other.
"Do you concur with my three conditions?" the warrior asked in a husky voice.
She interacted daily with the warrior members of her husband's family, but she'd never seen one quite like this, with soulful, ancient intelligence in his black gaze and a predatory walk.
No warrior came to mind.
The music was every bit as masculine and warrior as she remembered him.
"Ah, how do you do, great warrior?" said Rostopchin as soon as the short man had left the room.
They descended to the warrior.s barracks level of the basements.
The woman appeared bright-eyed and pleasant, the warrior-husband unreadable.
That Kiera's warrior was at least willing to do something so painful gave her some hope for her friend.
He was sparring with another warrior, his fluid, destructive movements far from the gentle ones he used with her.
The warrior opened the door wider and motioned her in.
He'll be a warrior, methinks, Darian said.
Kris, he knew, was the best Immortal warrior ever known.
You.re the best Immortal warrior there is.
Romas was all business by the time they rounded the corner; he even released Evelyn's hand and quickened his step into one that befitted a warrior prince.
She couldn't survive if anything happened, and every Yirkin warrior on the planet would be looking for her, once they hear she exists.
Another warrior trailed as he pulled her down the hall.
Think of it as a tribal warrior society that's kinda backwards or antiquated in its customs.
She waved her wrist before the access pad, but once more, the warrior prevented the door from opening.
In fact, he had never seen any warrior speak to her save Ne'Rin.
It was the intense, fierce look of a leader and a warrior, and she was surprised to note a difference in the way he regarded her not more than an hour ago.
She turned at the familiar voice, pleased and surprised to see Megan, the Immortal warrior who befriended her and showed her around when she arrived to the castle several weeks before.
She packed hurriedly and grabbed another of Toby.s stuffed animals before meeting the female warrior in the hallway.
She felt silly standing in it with the three warrior strangers around her, waiting for something to happen that never did.
The man was as huge as any warrior but not fair like Romas's clan members.
And no sexy warrior-- even a prisoner-- would want anything to do with her at all.
Soon after, a warrior came to her door and led her down several halls and into a tiny box resembling an elevator.