“You're in danger here. More so than Annalise or me." "Why do you say that?" I asked, mesmerized by the relentlessness of his stare. "This place is filled with stray cats, Rachel." He skimmed his thumb over the scar the angry swan left on my cheek. Unlike him, I didn't flinch away. "And these bullies don't throw stones.”
Book:Drawn from Memory