“But as Luca slid into my passenger seat to accept my offer of a ride home, the most pressing question was already weighing heavy on my mind. What does a warrior princess wear for her first day on the throne?”

“I kind of felt like a new kind of princess. A warrior princess, ready to swing her battle-ax through hordes of the fashion-challenged and the socially unfortunate.”

“What took you so long?” Nash asked, as he slid into the passenger seat and pulled the door closed.“I stopped to donate all your underwear to the homeless. You’re gonna wanna take care of those tighty whities—they’re all you’ve got left.”He leaned against the door, either too tired or too drunk to sit up. “And to think, most people don’t understand your sense of humor.”“Fools, all of them.”

“Wonderful, a death match on my first day behind bars. Some girls have all the luck”

“Leave the door open," my dad said, the second most common warning in his arsenal. Right behind, "Nash, go home.”

“Was I wearing my 'I'm done with my virginity, please get rid of it for me' T-shirt?”

“Your wife is psychotic.""Michaela is just angry. Anger does fascinating things to a woman - not two react the same.""Yeah, well, she's overreacting. With a knife."He nodded with a small, almost nostalgic smile. "It was my wedding gift to her. The handle is ivory."Sick bastard. "Well, at least my murder weapon will have sentimental value.""That's actually an honour, you know.""I'll keep that in mind as my life flashes before my eyes.”