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121 " date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage. "
― J.R. Ward , Dark Lover (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #1)
122 " Screamer’s was packed tonight, full of women wearing leather and men who looked like they had advanced degrees in violent crime. Darius and his companion fit right in. Except they actually were killers. "
123 " Just talk to me. And I promise, I’ll make sure that motherfucker gets it right good. "
124 " Con un rostro tan aristocrático como brutal, parecía el rey que en realidad era por derecho propio y el guerrero en que el destino lo había convertido. "
125 " El ego, después de todo, era la raíz de todo mal. "
126 " Cause that was the criminal justice system for you. Money talked, and creeps walked. "
127 " Esa mirada triste en sus ojos hacía un momento significaba que había vislumbrado la muerte lenta que le esperaba. "
128 " No eres como Wrath,” dejó escapar ella. “Nadie es como Wrath. "
129 " He tried out a smile. Widened it. His cheeks felt like they were going to crack. Yeah, okay, so he wasn’t exactly Hallmark-card material. "
130 " Siempre me pongo del lado del monstruo. "
131 " Una debilidad no reconocida puede resultar mortífera. "
132 " Era Zsadist. Aquel hombre cubierto de cicatrices, y sin alma, tenía la voz de un ángel. "
133 " La sonrisa en la cara del vampiro estaba ansiosa de pecado y preparada para el mal. "
134 " After all, a leader should never delegate that which he had not done before and done well. "
135 " It was goddamned weird having someone waiting for him to come home, Wrath thought. "
136 " The pain, when it hit, had racked his weak body, starting in his abdomen and radiating outward until the tips of his fingers, his toes, the ends of every piece of hair on his head had screamed. "
137 " Oh, man, he was colossal. If her apartment was small to begin with, he turned it into a shoe box. And all that black leather just seemed to make him bigger. He had to be six-feet-six, two seventy-five at least. "
138 " That cat was a traitor. And if by some miracle she lived through the night, he was getting downgraded to Tender Vittles. "
139 " He willed the lights in the room off. Then he used his mind to close the back door, usher the cat into the bathroom, and slide home every lock in the apartment. "
140 " Okay, okay.” Tohr backed over to the door. “But do yourself a favor. Cop to what’s going on with that female. An unacknowledged weakness is deadly.” Wrath growled and leaned into his attack pose, upper body jutting forward on his hips. “Weakness? This coming from a male who’s dumb enough to love his shellan? You gotta be kidding me.” There was a long silence. And then Tohr said softly, “I’m lucky to have found love. I thank the Scribe Virgin every day that Wellsie is in my life.” Wrath’s temper surged, set off by something he couldn’t put his finger on. “You’re pathetic.” Tohr hissed. “And you’ve been dead for hundreds of years. You’re just too mean to find a grave and lie down.” Wrath threw the leather jacket to the floor. “At least I’m not pussy-whipped.” “Nice. Fucking. Suit. "