“Be careful, little killer. The Fates can fuck with you in ways you can’t even imagine.”

“Let’s just say that my father is a very powerful man.""That’s a little understated, don’t you think? … You know, seeing how he’s the Grim fucking Reaper.”

“I’ll park somewhere dark.” She fisted his T-shirt, not even ashamed of her desperation. “Out of the way—“ ”Tempting…so…fucking…tempting.” He gently peeled her hand away, slammed the door, and got in the driver’s side. Then he turned to her, the harsh planes of his face in the shadows creating a savage expression the stuck her tongue to the roof of her mouth. ”I need you in a bed tonight, Jillian. I need more than a fuck. I need to make love to you until neither one of us can move, because after tonight, I don’t want there to be even the slightest doubt that you’re mine.”

“I don’t care what you are, Gem. I want you. I love you.”

“Sin Fever," Wraith chimed in with a little too much enjoyment. Sin Fever? They'd named the fucking disease after her? Bastards.”

“One of you brothers, I'm guessing?''Yep. The mean one. Oh, wait, they're all mean.' She grinned. 'You are so fucked.”

“Piss me off again and I'll rip you a new asshole and then fuck it. And that's just the foreplay.”