Oh, I don't know. I might grow on you." She furrowed her pretty eyebrows. "Like a cancer?" "Like a favorite vice.

Go to the Black Sea, meet new people, see beautiful places, get killed by a mutant carnivorous kangaroo goat. One item off my bucket list.

I lied. I need your help." "Who are we killing?" "Do you have a pen?

Is there anything else you need to tell me?” Every time I look at you, I have to put a leash on myself. “No.

It was his eyes. When you looked into them, you saw chained violence baring teeth and claws back at you.

She put her hand on her hip. "Where are you going?" "To the boat. You called me Lord Bill again. That means we're cool." Cerise slapped her forehead with the heel of her hand and followed him.

Cajun stomp?" "You heard me, swamper. And keep your hands to yourself.