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.

Easy was for people too weak to suck it up and do what needed to be done. And I wasn’t weak. Not anymore.

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.

Emotions were for those too weak to turn them off.

I will destroy you. No matter how long it takes, no matter what it costs me. I won’t sleep, I won’t eat. I won’t do anything but plot your downfall. I will mow down your men like they’re weeds. I’ll kill so many of them so viciously, so brutally, so horribly that no one will dare to work for you. And sooner or later, I’ll get you too.

Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?” he said. “This was a Fiona Fine original.