Trust, Kiki said, Trust is peppermints.

In the war room, love? What if someone comes in?” I stood and removed his shirt. “Then they’ll have a good story to tell.” “Good?” He adopted the pretense of being offended. “Prove me wrong.

Don't worry. I'm only your escort tonight. I would offer to protect you from the drunken attentions of the other men, but I know all too well that you're quite capagble of holding your own.

I remembered my little brother, Allyn, had appeared so innocent and angelic when he slept--similar to Kerrick. It must be a survival tactic. If Allyn hadn't looked so sweet, we would have killed him while he slept. He had been pure evil when he was awake--similar to Kerrick.

Pretty stupid,” I called after his retreating form. “To give up before all possible solutions have been tried.

Here we go. Kerrick was as subtle as a thunderstorm.

Maximum damage. It was the beginning of the end. Either we would fail or not. At least we could say we tried.