Alaric leaned down toward her. "At least there won't be flying monkeys."

Quinn started laughing. "Lead on. Let's see this temple and get to the group singing, already."

This time, it was Alaric who laughed out loud. As he led the way out of the room, he glanced back over his shoulder and realized that every single person in it was staring at him, mouths hanging open in shock.

"He laughed," Ven said. "Did you hear that? He actually laughed."

Alaric all but dragged Quinn down the hall to get away from them.

"I laugh," he muttered defensively.

"The occasional evil mwah ha ha doesn't count," Quinn said, grinning up at him.

He couldn't help it. He laughed again.

He’s a warrior hardened by years of protecting his town from vampire attack.

She’s a garden witch who sees the world in shades of sunshine and delight.

Opposites don’t only attract, they go supernova in this sizzling tale of magic and mayhem.
***

Alejandro shoved the idea of Rose, in her bed, all that glorious hair streaming across the pillows, out of his mind and watched as she crossed the room to a window seat, where an oddly arched statue of a cat stood.

“Alejandro, meet Bob,” Rose said, and he quickly looked around the room, only to confirm that nobody was there.

“Bob? Who is Bob?”

“Bob is my cat,” she said, that quicksilver grin again crossing her face and then vanishing. “The basilisks got him just after I rescued Ninja.”

“The basilisk attacked your cat after you rescued a ninja?” he repeated slowly, realizing he’d been right. There was no way a woman this beautiful could have a personality to match her looks.

She was nuts.