Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.
Jennifer EstepDid she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!
Jennifer EstepThe two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again
Jennifer EstepFinn regarded pesky little things like wedding bands, engagement rings, and jealous, hulking menfolk more as amusing challenges than immovable obstacles that could be hazardous to his health.
Jennifer EstepInstead, I cut him. Not deep, but there was enough of a sting in the wound to remind him of what I'd done to the dwarven mobsters in the parking lot - and that I wasn't just some chick with a knife who looked good in black.
Jennifer EstepOne by one, the others all nodded their heads again, as if we were talking about having a spring picnic instead of going up against the deadliest woman in Ashland and all of her men.
Jennifer EstepMoonlight slipped in through the lace curtains, slicing everything with its sliver cracks. That's how I felt right now - cold and cracked and hollow and empty.
Jennifer EstepRage filled me at her words - cold, black, unending rage. Whatever happened to me, Mab would not hurt my sister again. She would not.
Jennifer EstepI will destroy you. No matter how long it takes, no matter what it costs me. I won’t sleep, I won’t eat. I won’t do anything but plot your downfall. I will mow down your men like they’re weeds. I’ll kill so many of them so viciously, so brutally, so horribly that no one will dare to work for you. And sooner or later, I’ll get you too.
Jennifer EstepI’m the Spider, bitch—I’m the best there is.
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