Bane (Sinners of Saint, #4)

by L.J. Shen

“Surprise me.” “Surprise you?” “Yeah. It’s when you do something shocking and spontaneous. Like, you know, smile.”

Love is like death. It’s inevitable.

“I prefer the term sexual plumber.” She snorted. “Oh, God.” “Yeah. They sometimes call me that, too.

No, she wasn’t a snowflake. She was a snowstorm.

Do you want me dead?” I looked at her flatly. She rolled her eyes. “You better give me a hell of a eulogy, bitch.”