“There's no reason for any of us to face reality if we don't like it.”

“I swear, there's nothing like saving a woman from death twice to make it easy to manipulate her.”

“Don't even tell me you're going to pull the old 'we both have to be naked' thing to warm you up, she mumbled.”

“I am definitely insulted that you don't remember me. I gave you some of my best stuff -Ian Fitzgerald”

“Kane was stunned by the raw emotion of Ryland's words, of the depth of reverence in his voice. Ryland was a cold killing machine, who cared only about following his own path, about revenge, about his own brand of justice. He was a warrior who felt nothing, who saw no beauty, who had no depth to his soul other than death, pain and anger, and yet his sincerity about his mother was so evident that Kane could feel the other warrior's emotion. "Son of a bitch, Ryland," he said softly, staring at the warrior he thought he knew. "Who the hell are you?"Ryland's head snapped up. "Don't swear in her prescence, you bastard. She'a fucking angel, and deserves far more than a piece of scum like you or I could ever offer her. Don't ever forget it.”

“You can't manipulate me. I made the choice because you look like some lost puppy dog at the the thought of losing me, and I felt bad for you.”

“She's mine.""Fuck that." Ryland strode across the earth right toward Kane, ignoring Kane's growl of warning. "How in hell's name did a bastard like you find an angel?”