We’ve come to kill Zarek of Moesia, and if you get in our way, little girl, we’re going to kill you. (Otto)
I’ll be damned. He speaks. Or rather growls. (Jess)
But not for long if he doesn’t watch his mouth. For the record, Squire, it would take more man than you to even scratch me. (Syra)
I live for a woman who scratches. Just make sure you keep it on the back, baby. I don’t like scars. (Otto)

Autor: Sherrilyn Kenyon