From the Bookshelf of SOS: Serious Overload of Series…

His grip tightened. “You are safe in my keeping.” His eyes glinted with all the facets of an emerald. “No harm will come to you.” He kissed me, a brush of lips that left his breath ragged and me wanting. “I won’t allow it.”
“I know.” I doubted the gods themselves could defy his iron will.

He drew my hand to his side of the door and kissed my ring finger. “I have thanked the two gods for their grace since the moment the Theridiidae chased you into my arms, when your skin held a hint of frost and your courage thawed some frozen thing in my chest for which I had no name. Your love is worth a price above rubies. I want to own your heart as you own mine.”

Vaughn stifled a yawn. “Is there a point to this bedtime story?”
Rhys picked the fork from Vaughn’s plate and drove it into his brother’s thigh. “There. I’ve made four points for him.” He yanked it free. “Show him respect or I’ll make four more.”
Vaughn spoke through clenched teeth. “A warning would have sufficed.”

“Is he all right?”
“I don’t know.” He ripped his pant leg open and inspected his thigh. His altruistic acts must be limited to one per solar cycle.
“You don’t care?”
“Should I?” He poked the four tine marks.