«Tess was walking a dog when the Rogues attacked her tonight. Ugly little mutt, not good for much more than a foot-warmer, but it’s special to her. Actually, it was a gift from me, more or less. Anyway, the dog was running loose on its leash when I saw it a block or so away from Ben Sullivan’s place.»
«You want me to go retrieve a wayward canine, is that where this is heading?»
«Well, you did say anything, didn’t you?»
«So I did.» Chase chuckled. «All right. I will.»
Dante dug the keys to his Porsche out of his pocket and tossed them to the other vampire. As Chase turned to be on his way again, Dante added, «The little beast answers to the name Harvard, by the way.»
«Harvard,» Chase drawled, shaking his head and throwing a smirk in Dante’s direction. «I don’t suppose that’s a coincidence.»
Dante shrugged. «Good to see that Ivy League pedigree of yours comes in handy for something.»
«Jesus Christ, warrior. You really were busting my ass since the minute I came on board, weren’t you?»

Kiss of Crimson (Midnight Breed #2) by Lara Adrian

What are you doing here?” she repeated.
He smiled roguishly. “We decided to meet tonight. Don’t you remember?”
“I thought it was a joke.”
“I’m Crown Prince of Adarlan.” He sank into a chair before the fire. “I never joke.”
“Are you allowed to be here?”
“Allowed? Again: I’m a prince. I can do what I like.
Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas
You seemed rather friendly with Sardothien,” Chaol said, his voice cold.
“Jealous, are we?” Dorian teased.
“I’m more concerned for your safety. She might be pretty and might impress you with her cleverness, but she’s still an assassin, Dorian.”
“You sound like my father.”
“It’s common sense. Stay away from her, Champion or no.”
“Don’t give me orders.”
“I’m only doing it for your safety.”
“Why would she kill me? I think she likes being pampered. If she hasn’t attempted to escape or kill anyone, then why would she do it now?” He patted his friend on the shoulder. “You worry too much.”
“It’s my occupation to worry.”
“Then you’ll have gray hair before you’re twenty-five, and Sardothien certainly will not fall in love with you.”
“What nonsense are you talking?”
“Well, if she does try to escape, which she won’t, then she’ll break your heart. You’d be forced to throw her in the dungeons, hunt her down, or kill her.”
“Dorian, I don’t like her.

Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas