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.

Goor or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.

I moistened my lips. His gaze fixed on them. I think I stopped breathing. He jerked so sharply away that his long dark coat sliced air, and turned his back to me. “Was that an invitation, Ms.Lane?” “If it was?” I asked, astonishing myself. What did I think I was doing? “I don’t do hypotheticals. Little girl.

Being nearly naked around Barrons felt a lot like going to a shark convention lightly basted in blood.

Words are easy; lies as simple as parting your lips and breathing.

... You have me in your mouth, you don't get anybody else. Or you don't get me." - Jericho Barrons

A little blood never bothers me.