Donovan Caine wanted me, but he wasn't strong enough to accept me. Not my past, not my strength, not the woman I was. Bitter disappointment filled me, replacing my rage, but I forced myself to ask the final question I wanted an answer to.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

Kiss me or let me go. I don’t care anymore.

That was my favorite dagger." She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.

I looked at Bria. “How do you put up with him?” Bria started to open her mouth, but Finn piped up instead. “She puts up with me because I happen to be rich, handsome, charming, a witty conversationalist, and exceptionally talented in bed,” he smirked. “Flexible too.” I groaned. “I did not need to hear those last two.

I don't judge you for what you've done, Gin. Why are you judging me for another man's mistakes?

I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.