“Forbidden fruit makes a wonderful wine." Vazco gave him a leading look. "But leaves a hell of a headache.”

“The dragon marking rested, his fangs concealed and his eyes shut. "Your dragon is pleased," she said. "Indeed, he is.”

“Before she could touch him, he stepped back. "I've no need of a human." "Half-Light," she corrected, still meeting his gaze in the surface. "I've no need of a dragon magician.”

“Her people, the Half-Lights, were the by-blows of the full-blood Magicians and humans. As such, they were outcasts from both kingdoms. Their magic was too unpredictable for the magicians, and too magic - period - for the humans.”

“You can't order me away, you pissant human--" "I just did." Kas swept past him...”

“What has you roaring like a bull with his prick hung in a fence?”

“You can't purchase me with a bunch of stones." "I wouldn't dream of purchasing you." Cullen laughed low in his chest and smiled, this time showing even white teeth. "You're too much trouble. I thought I'd just steal you for a bit.”

“How can something as necessary as breathing be immoral?”

“Forbidden fruit makes a wonderful wine." Vazco gave him a leading look. "But leaves a hell of a headache.”