“An invisible fire scorched the bottoms of her hands, the feel reminding her of raw energy and stealth, and she tried to jerk away, unable to do so because the man held her in place. He would surely kill her now. No one touched a lion and lived to tell about it.”

“His glare snapped back on her with enough speed that she shrunk away from him. 'Make no mistake about me,' William said harshly. 'I'm not a good man! I'm a killer; I'm just one with an agency attached to my name.”

“She preferred her men less intense and less—well, just less. What she was looking for was control. This man wasn’t tame enough for her liking.”

“A good man would help the two people in the limo because it was the right thing to do; a good man would turn himself in; a good man would beg for his job back; a good man would just let this case go and move on. William wasn't a good man, not anymore. He was on a mission.”

“I didn't say I was done with you. You think you want to sleep with me? Let me show you what happens to girls who wake up in my room,' Freddie said. He saw the fear in her face, but she obeyed. They always did.”

“I don’t look at my victims at the moment of his or her death. The reason for that is that everyone, probably Adolf Hitler in his time, looks innocent in that moment. ~ The killer”

“Garrett never looked straight at her, sideways yes, but never straight. Couldn’t concentrate that way. Too uncomfortable. That didn’t mean Garrett didn’t see what was right in front of him.”