“Turn yourself over to Aksel, and I might let her go.” “Yeah, right,” Nykyrian muttered, resetting his blaster for a stronger and smaller shot. “And I’m a one-legged dung dealer.” — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
“It’s where my knife is going to land if you don’t let her go and put your weapon down.” “And let you shoot me?” Arast laughed sadistically. “I’m not stupid.” “About as smart as my boots,” Nykyrian muttered, doubting his… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
