Instead, I cut him. Not deep, but there was enough of a sting in the wound to remind him of what I'd done to the dwarven mobsters in the parking lot - and that I wasn't just some chick with a knife who looked good in black.

Have I ever told you how scary it is that you think of heels in terms of their possible shiv potential?

And I was stuck here at Warrior Freaks R Us.

You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.

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.

What can I say?" I grinned. I have a magic touch when it comes to animals." Daphne snorted. "You're touched in the head is more like it.

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