The witch's hair was too short and too dark for blond. She wasn't sure if that relieved her or disturbed her. Riley had immediately begun his interrogation, and it had gone something like this: Riley: Where is the meeting between your kind and Aden Stone supposed to take place? Witch: Go suck yourself. Riley: Maybe later. Meeting? Witch: Enjoy death. Riley: I have once already. Now, decide to talk or lose a body part. Witch: May I recommend a finger? Riley: Sure. After I take one of your very necessary hands.
Gena ShowalterLord Kane," the king acknowledged. "Before the proceedings begin, we must say how thrilled we were to meet your PMS." Uh..."My what?" "Your personal male secretary.
Gena ShowalterOf course.โ She fluffed her hair. โI donโt want to brag, but Iโm very high maintenance.โ โUh, I think low maintenance is whatโs desirable.โ โLow maintenance is whatโs forgettable. You might want to write that down, underline it, circle it and put a star by it. Itโs golden.โ With barely a breath, she added, โNow letโs find out if weโre compatible, shall we?
Gena ShowalterIt shall be my pleasure to remedy it. First, it is not your strength or your speed that draws me. It's your...everything. Your laugh, your wit, your emotions and the way they change. Your courage, your sweetness, your near obsessive delight in cookies. Second, you are indeed a prize. You've made me want what no one else ever had. A communion of bodies." -Zacharel to Annabelle
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