“You are beyond redemption, Remo,” she whispered, and I smiled bitterly because I knew it. She shook her head. “But so am I because even free to do as I please, I choose you. I’m no angel. An angel wouldn’t love a man like you, but I do. I love you.” And she kissed me harshly, brutally, all rage and love, and I kissed her back with the same love, the same rage.
