" Your mere presence makes me wish for a fifty-story window to jump out of and a cement sidewalk below. Or a moat. A moat with a dozen hungry alligators in it.”
He smirked. “You always paint such lovely pictures with your words, little bird.”
“I’m going to paint lovely pictures with your intestines,” I shot back.
Drake laughed.
I hated him.
Seriously. "
― Jennifer L. Armentrout , Torn (A Wicked Trilogy, #2)