Here to arrest me, handsome?” the woman asked, a smirk on her lips as if she wasn’t staring down the end of a barrel.

Those angels you’ve painted in your mind wouldn’t last for a moment on the streets of London, Mother,” Ellie called out to her. “We’re the devils who stepped in to replace them.

This close, she could smell the crisp bite of gin on his breath and feel the heat emanating off him. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Damn and double damn,” Ellie cursed, her feet landing on the ground with a clap. “Look lively, Taylor. We’ve found ourselves privy to one of the most pigeon-livered men you’ll ever meet.

Beauty was a weapon as well, one Viola enjoyed wielding.