Evil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes it's good.

Barrons’ lips twitched. I’d almost made him smile. Barrons smiles about as often as the sun comes out in Dublin, and it has the same effect on me; makes me feel warm and stupid.

He was on me before my brain processed the fact that he was coming for me.

She's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside. -Gibraltar to Quinn

Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.

The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he tell you? I'm asking the questions tonight. If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it.

If you're trying to force the story to be a straight up romance, it's going to be weird for you.