“What’s this ” “A needle.” “What should I do with it ” He’d walked right into it. Too easy. “Please use it… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“Curran lunged at a silver Bentley. The hood went flying. He thrust his hand into the car. Metal screamed, and Curran jerked… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
“It's a party house." "I hope for your sake it's a very tame party." If he brought me to some sort of… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
