I closed my eyes. I forced myself to relax, to remember that here, now, and always, I was the predator.

Never, never, never. I am never going to forget you.

It feels like we should do something," he said. "Like, send her off on a barge out to sea and set her on fire. Let her go out in a blaze of glory." Chubs raised an eyebrow. "It's a minivan, not a Viking.

Breathing him in wasn't enough, I wanted to inhale him. The leather, the smoke, the sweetness.

Because she knows what it's like to live in a world of black, and black, and the tiny bit of white, but when she escaped it, she didn't find the rainbow of colors, the dresses, the singing, the dancing. She only found ugliness.

He's just like a stallion. Wild and kicking on the outside, but a heart soft as satin on the inside. Just waiting for the right girl to break him in.

He's so busy looking inside people to find the good that he misses the knife they're holding in their hand.