Nice plan. Take the gullible outsiders, walk them around for a bit, then feed them to the giant tortoise.

We need a barn or one of those storage areas for the Broken vehicles." "A garage?" He gave her a short nod. "A private, relatively remote location, with thick walls to dampen the sound and preferably a sturdy door I could bolt from the inside, keeping your grandmother, your brothers, and all other painfully annoying spectators out..." Rose began to laugh. A make-out bunker... "I'm glad you find our dilemma hilarious.

Some men were handsome. Some were powerful. Curran was...dangerous.

The pervert." "He prefers to think of himself as sexual deviant." "Semantics.

Oh no, is it naked time?

You replaced me with a shaved poodle?” “He’s got mad skills.” Derek’s eyebrows crept up. “He can vomit and urinate at the same time and he doesn’t make fun of my car.

Kate Daniels, deadly swordmaster. Fear my twitching pinkie.