Talk later." Prophet kissed the side of his neck. "Fuck, then sleep, then fuck again, then pack." "Good itinerary.

Threats, Prophet? After all we've been through.""Promises. And I'm really goddamned good at promises.

How the hell did you know where I was?" Prophet demanded.Cillian said simply, "Don't bother searching your phone for chips.""Then how did you know?""Prophet, I know everything."Fuck him. Cillian did.

Way I figure it, if I'm forced to have a partner, might as well have one with benefits. If you're annoying me, fucking you will be more satisfying than punching you." Prophet grinned, then added slyly, "And I could punch you afterwards.

I can’t believe you read my medical files.”Prophet looked offended. “That would be an invasion of privacy. I looked through your bags.