"surveyed the cabin around me, the surfaces I'd painted nearly a year ago. I was promised a wall, Rhys. A pause. A long pause. I've taken you against a wall before. These walls. Another long, long pause. It's bad form to be at attention while in the birchin. My lips curved as I sent him an image. A memory. Of me on the kitchen table just a few feet away. Of him kneeling before me. My legs wrapped around his head. Cruel, wicked thing. I heard a door slamming somewhere in the house, followed by a distinctly male yelp. Then banging--as if someone was trying to get back inside. Mor's eyes sparkled. "You got him kicked out, didn't you?" My answering smile set her roaring." --