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“I kiss her like I’ve never kissed before, because I have never kissed before, never considered the act of any value—not until this girl bulldozed through my life. My lips feast on hers with the energy of an unsatiated beast until she’s gasping, until her body molds against mine. Until I can no longer decipher where she starts and I end. The rain beats down on us like a witness of this moment. The moment I decide that Annika Volkov won’t be able to escape me. Not even if she wants to.”
― Rina Kent, God of Pain

“Thank you,” I sign. “There’s no thanks needed between us, idiot. Go to sleep. I’m here.” She pats my shoulder in a soothing rhythm like a mother who’s putting her child to sleep. When I close my eyes, I can feel her sliding her sleep mask back on.”
― Rina Kent, God of Ruin

“Great.” Thatcher claps his hands together. “Because there is something more important than your impending nuptials. Stephen Sinclair is out of prison and blackmailing us. What are we doing about that problem?” “You’re not even in the video, dickhead. You’d probably get off with a warning,” Rook grunts, reaching into his front pocket to pull out a pre-rolled blunt.”
― Monty Jay, The Oath We Give

“If I help you,” his breath comes out shaky, “then I want something out of it.”  I can feel the corner of my mouth begin to twitch, forming a rare expression: a smirk. I raise my eyebrows, sneering down at him with contempt. “How about you give me your fucking IP address and I don’t splatter your fucking brains on the wall?”
― Monty Jay, The Oath We Give