“Is there anything that frightens you, Mr. Argent?” she asked. He gave the question due process. What did most people fear? What had he to fear that he hadn’t already experienced and survived? Starvation, torture, rape, pain, beast or man? “I can’t think of anything,” he answered honestly. Skepticism glimmered up at him for a scant moment before she returned to her work. “Not even death?” Only if he died before tasting her again. Only if he was denied the ecstasy he would find between her thighs before he kicked open the gates of hell to claim its throne.
