If there had been another female for him since we arrived in Salvation, I needed to cut off all her hair and beat her half to death. The strength of that impulse scared me, and I took a step back. Deuce the girl was every bit as vicious as the Huntress, it seemed

Stalkers lips curled into a sneer. "You won't make a move without him, huh? That's embarrassing." "No," I said softly. "It just hurts because you wish it was you.

My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.

But I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I’ve become.

If this is the last time, let me say it so you never forget. I will always love you, Deuce. No matter where souls go, mine will be looking for you, solnyshko moyo." "No. I want a promise instead. Promise you'll fight like you never have, so when the dying stops, you'll be on your feet looking for me here." "I swear.

Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.

Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong.