“I am on my way. You need to know, Jacquelyn, I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me. Anyone.” Fane's voice was like death itself, cold, dark, and unrelenting.
Jacque shivered at the sound of it in her mind. “Just hurry, please,” she said.
“Well, if Jacque is not going to share with the room the fury which she is undoubtedly feeling, by all means allow me,” Jen announced. “Dillon Jacobs and what furry army is going to try, and let me just reiterate that…try…as in will, endeavor, strive, aim, seek, and unsuccessfully attempt to take Jacque away from us?”
Sally looked at Jen and couldn't help the grin that spread across her face. “Your vocabulary never ceases to amaze. Just when I think all you know is profanity and perversion you come out with a speech worthy of Braveheart. Wel
