What are you talking about, Sin? You don't want anyone to own you... Or your heart?' She laughed bitterly, and entered the Harrowgate. 'I don't have a heart for anyone to take.

Lore? Tell me what Sin said about you being tortured wasn't true,' He didn't look at her as he moved toward the bathroom. 'It wasn't true.' 'You're lying.' 'You told me to.

No bra,” he said against her mouth. “Thank you. I hate those things. Dumbest human invention. Ever.

His gaze slammed into hers. 'I love you. Never forget that. Never forget...me.' He loved her. Emotion bubbled up in her throat, leaving her voice completely wrecked. 'Never,' she rasped.

The pretty nurse had just injected her with something that totally rocked, and if she wanted to think about boinking a bronzed, tattooed, impossibly handsome doctor who was so far out of her league she need a telescope to see him, then screw it. Screw him. Over and over.

...and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush. He needed to kill something.

Danger followed in his wake . . . followed, because it wouldn’t dare get in his way.