"People called me, Lobo, which was Spanish for wolf."
- Kenya Wright
"She held her hand out in front of her. “Wait.”“No,” I groaned and then cleared my throat. “I mean okay, I can wait."
"What are you most scared of?” she asked and I wished she hadn’t. I didn’t like admitting it.“I’m scared of dying alone."
"Sorry. I would be bad for you."
"Don’t ever try to leave me again."
"There's always a price."
"Compliments like that are only going to get you everywhere."
"Women formed from black smoke come to me at night and they scream for me to not cut their throats or twist those tiny necks. They beg and cry. Then right at the moment when I can't take anymore, I rus..."
"That was when my hard persona cracked and shattered into pieces. My hands shook as I wiped away all of the tears streaming down my face. The hysteria that I’d held in all night fled my body."
"Blood is no longer flowing in my brain right now. It’s somewhere else."