And when he did that, my hands curled into fists because I thought about touching his face like maybe I could catch joy in my hands and hold it.

When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesn’t even bother trying. Savage Mac wants to invite it to come out and play. I think she’s nuts. Nuts, I tell you.

The inspector ate only two of my tiny sandwiches: the first because he hadnt expected it to taste so awful; the second, I think, because hed thought surely the first must have been a mistake.

Jericho Barrons was my poison now.

The kind of person that thanks another person never survives. Have you learned nothing?

Just one time before I turn into the villain of this piece, just one time before I become the fourth and final Unseelie prince, I want to be her Highlander. And her hero.

I have your word?” “You trust my word?” “You’re an idealistic fool. Of course.