“Woman, you are a thousand kinds of fool.”

“He just didn't look like the kind of creep that would messily murder a woman in her hotel room; he looked like the kind of creep that could line her up in the sights of an assassins rifle without a shred of emotion.”

“I have your word?”“You trust my word?”“You’re an idealistic fool. Of course.”

“Emotion apparently made fools of even geniuses.”

“Only a fool conquers when he might instead seduce.”

“Are you decent?" a woman's voice called, pushing the door cautiously ajar. "Nay, but we're clothed," Cian purred.”

“You may be trying to claim the woman, his eyes said, but make no mistake, she and the fucking fireplace are mine.”