Gina

“You know what I am, not who I am. There is a difference.”
― Lisa Kessler, New Moon

“And why should I believe you?”

His tone dropped to a dangerous octave. “Because there are very few people I have never lied to.” He passed me to open the door. “You are one of them.”

He stalked down the hall toward the elevator without even a glance back.”
― Lisa Kessler, New Moon

“Thank you.”

Okay, sincerity was not what I had come to expect from this man.

I shook it off. “It’s easier for me to get information if you’re alive.”

The corner of his mouth twitched as he sat up. Jesus, abs like that should be illegal.

He caught his breath and shook his head. “Either way, I’m grateful.” He glanced my way, his dark eyes full of secrets. “And for me, that doesn’t happen very often.”

I raised a brow. “You’re usually an ungrateful bastard?”

“No.” He chuckled, sucking in a pained breath before lifting his gaze to meet mine. “I rarely have anything to be thankful for.”
― Lisa Kessler, New Moon

“She already had my gun aimed at my chest. I hadn’t even heard her move. Not bad for a wolf.”
― Lisa Kessler, New Moon