“ What? You think your White Knight’s going to charge in and save the day? Not fucking likely. Nic’s locked up far away from anywhere anyone would ever even think to look. And Dmitri knows all about Dan… Angela B. Wade
“ When he’d woken that morning to find her gone, he’d used the time alone to clean himself up in every sense of the word. Decisions about his future had been part of it, but there'd been more, too. Beca… Angela B. Wade
“ Then what’s the problem? You keep telling me she’s just a job. So, fine. The job’s done. You found her. You trained her. Now she has to do her part. She has to kill Dmitri. Whether she can survive the… Angela B. Wade
“ Daniel rested his hip on the counter, arms crossed, saying and offering nothing. “What? Are you thinking about sticking me with Luc permanently?” I laughed, the sound anxious. I waited for Daniel to l… Angela B. Wade
“ I twisted my body, suddenly unable to stand his hands on me. “Do you really think I give a damn what you are? That anything else matters to me more than you, yourself? I don’t want you to stay because… Angela B. Wade
“ He tasted like summertime - of wicked thunderstorms, fresh clover, and wild honeysuckle - and I had the sensation of falling, my stomach tumbling over and over again until calm finally reached in, roo… Angela B. Wade
“ I’m going to ask you a question,” I said. “And I want an answer this time, no dodging and no playing cryptic. Is the reason you’re leaving because you need to look for Nicholas, or because you want to… Angela B. Wade
“ That last night,” she said quietly. “Why did you say you hoped you'd never see me again?”He hadn’t said it; it had been his last thought when he’d turned to leave. But he didn’t seem to notice the dis… Angela B. Wade
“ I’m by myself,” she said finally. “No family to speak of.”“I see.” Leaning forward again, he rested his arms against the table. “That must be rather difficult.”“Sometimes.”“And lonely, I imagine. Perh… Angela B. Wade
“ Daniel came to sit beside me, ignoring my wariness and settling into the thin, worn cushion. “Who’d you think I was that first night we met?” “The night you attacked me, you mean? I thought you were a… Angela B. Wade
