She was a cyborg, and she would never go to a ball.

A sickening howl stopped her, sucking the air out of her lungs. The night's chatter silenced, even the loitering city rats pausing to listen. Scarlet had heard wild wolves before, prowling the countryside in search of easy prey on the farms. But never had a wolf's howl send a chill down her spine like that.

A relieved grin filled up Thorne’s face. “We’re having another moment, aren’t we?” “If by a moment, you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are.

She did not know that the wolf was a wicked sort of animal, and she was not afraid of him.

I lied to you about a lot of things....but I meant every apology.

I think it was hiding a princess.

I'm going to escape now.