When a story captures me, it comes quickly and easily.
I flipped the good doctor the bird. Snorting, Gideon caught my hand and pulled me back down the hall. "What is it with you and giving people the finger?" "What? It's a classic.
Oh, I’ll fight you,” she promised, her eyes clear of shadows. “That’s the way I roll.
He could shred me so easily. A few words, a desperate look, and I was cut wide open.
You think you can say a few words and end us? There is no end, Eva.
It's going to be a lot of work, Gideon," Eva warned him. "I'm not afraid of work." He was touching me restlessly as if it were as necessary to him as breathing. "I'm only afraid of losing you.