Qhuinn gave in immediately, as he was categorically incapable of denying the female anything โ most certainly not one of her hugs. They were even better than her lasagna.
J.R. WardI suppose this is for the best," Blay said into his shoulder. "You can't cook." "See? I'm so not Prince Charming.
J.R. WardIn quick succession, Qhuinn reviewed his answers: No, of course not, the knife was acting of its own volition. I was actually trying to stop it...No, I only meant to give him a shave...No, I didn't realize that slicing open someone's jugular was going to lead to death.
J.R. WardDo you think I haven't noticed? You can't wait to be free of me. I drink and then you bolt up, as if you've had to force yourself to endure my presence." She'd started to sob then. "I've always tried to be clean when I come to you. I spend hours in the tub, washing myself. But I cannot find the dirt that you see." -Marissa to Wrath
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