I found the candles—atrocious air freshening ones that smelled like fake pine.

“Who was I to do this? I was Adrian Ivashkov.And I was about to kick some ass.”

“How?" I demanded. "How could you have screwed this one up?""When I got in, they…”

“I wished the kiss could have gone on forever. Breaking the embrace, he ran a fe…”

“You're my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other.”