I shouldโve been furious, but for some reason I wasnโt. Maybe because I knew he was telling the truth. Maybe because Voron left me just like that, without the much-needed explanations. Maybe because things I had learned about him since his death had made me doubt everything heโd ever said to me. Whatever the case, I felt only a hollow, crushing sadness. How touching. I understood my adoptive fatherโs killer. Maybe after this was over, Hughโs head and I could sing โKumbayaโ together by the fire.
Ilona AndrewsHe finished the bandage and was examining it critically. "You know those things are unreliable." His voice held just a touch of reproach. โEleven out of twelve work fine. Iโd say thatโs better chances than getting an orgasm with a blind date and women still try.
Ilona AndrewsSeducing him in the tub smelling of vinegar was out of the question. There had to be some boundaries.
Ilona AndrewsWhen a lion stalks a herd, he sneaks in close, lies down, and surveys them to choose his victim. He takes his time. The deer or buffalo have no idea heโs near. He finds his prey and then he explodes from his hiding place and grabs it. Even if another, perfectly serviceable animal ends up within his reach, he isnโt going to alter his course. He has chosen, and he would rather go hungry than change his mind.
Ilona Andrews