Janet

“There was no love in my heart for this man—hell, I didn’t even like him—but that didn’t stop my hand from trembling as I pressed the pad against the wound. He groaned, his eyes popping open.

“Don’t move,” I warned. “I’m trying to stop the bleeding.”

“With what? Acid?” he growled.”
― Lisa Kessler, New Moon

“She already had my gun aimed at my chest. I hadn’t even heard her move. Not bad for a wolf.”
― Lisa Kessler, New Moon

“The fear of death didn’t have much hold when you had nothing worth living for.”
― Lisa Kessler, New Moon

“Thank you.”

Okay, sincerity was not what I had come to expect from this man.

I shook it off. “It’s easier for me to get information if you’re alive.”

The corner of his mouth twitched as he sat up. Jesus, abs like that should be illegal.

He caught his breath and shook his head. “Either way, I’m grateful.” He glanced my way, his dark eyes full of secrets. “And for me, that doesn’t happen very often.”

I raised a brow. “You’re usually an ungrateful bastard?”

“No.” He chuckled, sucking in a pained breath before lifting his gaze to meet mine. “I rarely have anything to be thankful for.”
― Lisa Kessler, New Moon