He strained to say something else. I leaned toward him. He focused on me. โRape,โ he promised. โMany, many times. Until you bleed . . .โ โIโm so flattered.
Ilona AndrewsIt's not a loup cage, you know,' I told her. 'It's a holding cell. Or safe room. or secure room. I don't think Jim ever settled on a term he could live with.' 'Aha. It's a loup cage.' Andrea cleared her throat. 'I touched it with my finger and it hurt. Is that in case of marital problems?
Ilona AndrewsYou call that evening the odds? You demolished them." Demolished. He liked that. "I left you one." "I noticed." "I promised to share," he told her. "Manners are very important in the Weird. Lying would be quite impolite.
Ilona Andrews