Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.

The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again

What did you expect? That he'd send you flowers and write you bad poetry? That dead Nemean prowler is pretty much as close to a stuffed animal as you're ever going to get from a Spartan like Logan Quinn.

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.

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

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

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