“I'd be damned if I let him see the tears in my eyes.”

“And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed.”

“My heart lifted, and a matching grin curved my lips. He wanted to see me again. Maybe he really did like me after all. I felt like doing a happy dance, but of course, I was way too cool for that. I'd at least wait until I got back to my hotel room, alone, where no one would see.”

“I'd come to terms with what I did long ago. The bodies, the blood, the tears of those left behind. Even the fact I was probably going to burn in hell didn't bother me. Much.”

“Instead, I cut him. Not deep, but there was enough of a sting in the wound to remind him of what I'd done to the dwarven mobsters in the parking lot - and that I wasn't just some chick with a knife who looked good in black.”

“Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.”

“Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again.”