" For the first time in a long time, I feel this strange twinge inside of me. It’s hard to describe. It’s a tightening in my chest. It’s a tingling in my fingertips. It feels as if my lungs are trembling, like the weak punk bitches are trying to stop functioning. The woman has got me all fucked up here, flipped upside down and inside out.
It’s like the striking of a match.
All it needs is that spark. "

― J.M. Darhower , Grievous (Scarlet Scars, #2)