Weirdly, an image of Adrian’s Love painting came back to me. I thought of the jagged red streak, slashing through the blackness, ripping it
apart. Staring at Jill and her inconsolable pain, I suddenly understood his art a little bit better.

“Adrian looked over at me again. “Who knows more about male weakness: you or me?…”

“Wow. What'd he do to deserve that? Rescue orphans from a burning building? If s…”

“Did you just use juxtaposition in a sentence?" "Yes, Sage" he said patiently. "…”

“I sprang toward him with the stake, hoping to catch him by surprise. But Dimitr…”