“For a moment, I stare at him stupidly. I am reeling from the kiss, from the swiftness of the violence. I am not yet used to Oak's ability to kill without hesitation and then chagrined about it, as though he did something in slightly poor taste. Spilled a rare vintage of wine, perhaps. Mismatched his trousers to his shirt.” ViolenceKissHolly BlackThe Stolen HeirSurenWrenOakOak GreenbriarPoor TasteChagrined Book:The Stolen Heir Source: The Stolen Heir