Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours.

He does not start guiltily, as he should, but frowns in annoyance. "Who are you?" I slip my hand through the slit of my overskirt, and my fingers close around the hard wood of the crossbow tiller. "Vengeance," I say softly.

So.... You are well equipped for our service.' 'Which is?' 'We kill people.

A kiss for luck, demoiselle?" It is a magnificent, lusty kiss and I feel nothing but deep regret that it may be his last. Just before he pulls away, he whispers in my ear. "Duval said to give you that should I get a chance. It is from him.

Tis Vanth's cage. You can just move it out of the way." "I already have," he grumbles. "With my shin.

Surely He does not give us hearts so we may spend our lives ignoring them.

Are men truly such idiots that they cannot resist two orbs of flesh?