He bared his teeth in a happy feral grin. My own personal psycho.

Big bad merc, down with a basic hip toss. In your place I'd be blushing.

He said, 'Yeah, but will I get chicks? In truckloads?

It's not your job to die for your Pack! It's your job to make the other bastards die for theirs.

You know anything about investigative work?" "Sure. Annoy the people involved until the guilt party tries to make you go away.

The universe shrank to Curran and his pain. I had to break him free. Nothing else mattered.

I realized that I'm a child." William looked point-blank at her chest. "No.