“vow I will not murder you until after our meal. How’s that?” Grinning, he said, “After we eat, I will simply retie you. How is that?” He approached me, slipped a small, thin blade from his pocket, and gently cut… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
“My arms broke free from my control. My left hand reached for his face, his hair, to wind my fingers in it. My right hand was faster, was not mine. Melanie's fist punched his jaw, knocked his face away from… — Stephenie Meyer Copy Share Image
