Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.

Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again.

Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff.

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

I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.

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.

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.