From Protector of the Grey House:
Vincent opened his eyes and listened to the sounds of the room. When silence greeted him, he turned his head left then right. Mierka still slept to his right, her back to him. His eyes narrowed. Though she woke him earlier to talk, he was still angry that she staked him. His eyes narrowed further: twice. He elongated his fangs and growled. She heard the growl, stretched, then took her time to turn to him. The lazy smile on her face spoke volumes.
Mierka reached out and placed her hand on his chest. “And how are you this evening?”
He batted her hand away. She smirked and he growled again.
“Are you angry with me?”
“Twice.”
She rolled her eyes then rolled onto her back. “We went over this. There is precedence.”
He growled and moved on top of her in the blink of an eye. His legs straddled her waist and his hands rested next to her shoulders. His face hovered no more than an inch or two above hers. He bared his fangs again growled his utter displeasure at the situation and her detachment.
Mierka smirked. “What will you do? Do you wish to fight me? Will that make you feel better?” She ran her hand down his bare chest. “Fighting you is always such a pleasure.”
Cat Stark 