A Merciful Truth (Mercy Kilpatrick, #2)

by Kendra Elliot

So sometimes I’m a hypocrite.

Least you admit it now, Mercy. First steps.

people need to be left alone to live their lives instead of being taxed every time they turn around.”

Wouldn't that be luxurious?

“Did you call Truman?” “Not yet.” “Do it.” “I don’t want to interrupt him while he’s working. I’m fine and you’re my ride. I’ll tell him later tonight.”

Gawd the selfishness of this woman knows no frickin' bounds, I swear.

She was so stubborn and independent. But he wouldn’t have fallen for her if she were any other way.

You are seriously delusional. Absolutely, positively delusional.

Mercy asked, slightly irked that this stranger had voiced a judgment about the woman.

Like you don't make judgment every time you open your damn mouth?? Get outta here with that mess.

the only two people in the room who seemed to want him to live. Everyone else wants me dead.

Groan