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1 " Well, go on.” He motioned to the undisturbed earth underneath their feet. “Dig your grave. "
― Avril Ashton , Dig Your Grave (Staniel, #2)
2 " Daniel kissed him, the barest brush of their lips. “Te amo. Take your rest and I will be here when you wake up. Siempre.” Always. "
3 " Digging graves and stacking bodies. One by one. "
4 " It’s getting harder to breathe,” he confessed. “You have wrecked me. You made it so I cannot live without you. You owe me your life and no one else has the right to it. "
5 " I am here,” he whispered the words meant only for Stavros at his lover’s ear. “Always here, Diablo. I go nowhere unless you are with me, so come back. We have blood to spill. Graves to dig. Bodies to bury. "
6 " want him back. I want him back,” he told Toro. “I want him back. "
7 " charge meant you knew every step your people took. When they ate, when they worked, when they slept. You knew all their secrets, even the ones they weren’t aware of. And you definitely knew when they were hiding an outsider with a target on his back. "
8 " Daniel gave him a pitying look. “Then you’re not the one in charge around here.” Pascal’s eyes narrowed, but Daniel simply shrugged. He spoke the truth. To be in "
9 " You can never out-gun me.” How did someone like Pascal not know that? “And I never speak threats. Why would I?” He lifted a shoulder. “There’s no need for that. My presence in your city, in your home, is the threat. "
10 " It was in the sudden thin lines that bracketed Pascal’s mouth that Daniel found a kind of high. It came from knowing you’d won without ever having to lift a finger against your opponent. "
11 " of fire. But if you don’t even know that you’re hiding him?” He blew out a harsh breath. “My bullet isn’t the only one aimed at your head. "
12 " The darkness was thick out there and the air stank of moisture and other dank shit he didn’t care to identify. "
13 " Anything.” Daniel lifted his head, shining eyes back on Stavros’ face. “I will do anything for you.” Stavros slid a thumb over his jaw. “I know.” He inhaled then let it out. “Shall we go kill a man, then? "
14 " Can I come in? I feel like I should come in. "
15 " Jay fought him, fought his grip, but he was bleeding, and Stavros had months of pent-up anger and hostility strengthening him. Fucker didn’t stand a chance. "
16 " Stop playing with your food,” Stavros called from somewhere out of sight. “You have twenty minutes. "
17 " You like to play with your food and I love that about you.” The words washed over Daniel Nieto, teasing the sweat on his nape as he stood back and admired his handiwork. "
18 " I love you,” Daniel told him. “I will always love you. I am in this world because you are.” He brushed his nose against Stavros’. “You are the only reason. There is no other choice but to grow when you love someone who challenges you, who loves you back with unmatched selflessness. "
19 " Stavros lifted his head, met Daniel’s gaze squarely. “I want blood.” “You will have it. "
20 " God knew he wanted it as much as he wanted to duck paddle in the blood of the men who’d tortured him. Which was a lot. "