“Swear to God, these boys should be locked up. It isn’t safe, men with that much testosterone coursing through tier blood free to roam.”
“Safe? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good.”
“They locked me up with a boy. A boy . Dear god. They're trying to kill me. They've done it one purpose. To torture me, to torment me, to keep me from sleeping through the night ever again.”
“The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe.”
“I wasn't sure if the word boys should mean dim or incomprehensible. I was hovering between the two, with a healthy dose of testosterone-poisoned.”