“You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!”

“What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?”

“There are two kinds of people in the world Ms. Lane: those who survive no matter the cost and those who are walking victims.”

“Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.”

“The two of you are getting downright chatty, aren't you, Ms. Lane? When did you last see him? what else did he tell you?
I'm asking the questions tonight.
If an illusion of control comforts you, Ms. Lane, by all means, cling to it.”

“Lose the pessimism, Ms. Lane. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy.”

“And you can tell Darroc that Ms. Lane is mine. If he wants her, he can bloody well come and get her”

“Barrons." I hastily shoved the phone between the cushions.

Ms. Lane." He inclined his dark head.

You tattooed me, you bastard." I got right to the point.”

“What are you Barrons?”
“The one who will never let you die, and that’s more, Ms Lane, than anyone in your life has been able to say to you. More than anyone else can do”

“You've mistaken me for someone else. Do not wait on me, Ms. Lane. Do not construct your world around mine. I'm not that man."
"Screw you, Barrons."
"I'm not that man, either.”