You must be stupid,” he whispers, “or suicidal.”I grin. “Call me audacious.

If a man wants to treat you like an animal,' Duanna whispers, her fingers pressing gently under my chin, forcing my eye. 'Then bite.

Thorn plants a kiss on my forehead and ruffles my hair. He says, chuckling, “West. You know it always goes west.

You steer the ship. I'll kill the mermaids.