“Devil drew his fist back, ready to hit Terrible one final time while he lay defenseless. Hot bright hatred raged through Chess's… — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
“Fuck. This was bad. It had happened, hadn't it? The thing she thought would never happen, the thing she was always so… — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
“But she'd forgotten. She'd forgotten because she'd been so busy thinking of her own fucking feelings. As if she fucking mattered.” — Stacia Kane Copy Share Image
