In the Old Language, she hissed, โIf any harm shall befall him, I will come after you, and find you where you sleep. I do not care where you lay your head or who with, my vengeance shall rain upon you until you drown.โ That last word was drawn out, until its syllable was lost in more growling. Dead silence. Until Doc Jane said dryly, โAnnnnd this is why they say the female of the species is more dangerous than the male.
J.R. WardAnd speaking of on board, she'd moved into John's room properly. In his closet, her leathers and her muscles shirts were hanging next to his, and their shitkickers were lined up together, and all her knives and her guns and her little toys were now locked up in his fire proof cabinet. Their ammo was even stacked together. How frickin' romantic.
J.R. Ward