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“If you're not able to see all the other parts of me that I shamelessly wear on my sleeve, lass... I'm happy to break it down for you. I'm honest. Sometimes, as brutally as my kills. You're wrong about me not knowin' love. I love just as hard as I fuck. I'm nothin' if not loyal, Seven Grey, and I might be a horrible singer, but it comes straight from my black heart. I knew you were mine the minute I looked into those eyes, and I'll do whatever it takes to put a smile on that face, even if I have to dig my own grave to do it." His breath skated over my chin, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. "I'm gonna go take this rapist van back. It's not doin' much for my image.”

“C.J. had once believed that he understood who he was, what he was about, what he was capable of. But when the moment came to act upon these convictions, he discovered that his knowledge of self was faulty. Had his lack of killer instinct been a momentary lapse, first time jitters? Or was there more to it than that? If not the fearless, remorseless man he supposed himself to be, then just who was he?”

“Today is going to be the real thing. I have a hard time breathing. My heart races, I can feel my palms start to sweat. And I think so many things at once, my head begins to hurt and I hear someone groan and it confuses me until I realize it is myself. Her smile, her sweet, sweet smile. The way she looks at me, as if I’m ten feet tall, as if I can hold the world in the palm of my hand. And then, the tears streaming down her cheeks. “No, no, no. Please, Aidan, stop. No …” The cops will come for me. Sooner or later. Two of them, three of them, an entire SWAT team, converging upon my doorstep. That’s why guys like me exist. Because every community has gotta have a villain, and no amount of pretend normal is ever gonna change that. Gotta think. Gotta plan. Gotta get the fuck out of here. To where? For how long? I don’t have that kind of cash…. I try to get my breathing under control. Find some sort of comfort. Tell myself it’s gonna be all right. I’m keeping with the program.”

“Holmes slept like a baby his last night on earth. After a second attempt to wake him, Holmes got up and dressed. Keeper John Henry asked Holmes how he felt. “Are you nervous?” said Keeper Henry. “Not a bit,” said Holmes. He smiled and slid his arms between the prison bars and stretched out his fingers. “Look at that,” said Holmes. His hands were steady as a rock.”

“Idly, in the strange purgatory between reality and the dream realm, I ponder the absurdity of these last few hours. I killed him, we buried him. And yet, our thoughts and actions are as if nothing happened... A sardonic thought settles in the milky haze of my exhausted delirium. I became a woman today. But whose blood truly signified it?”

“Villainessa Tittel was a hired killer, an assassin by trade. She had enjoyed the best education and had been trained by assassins who had (until then at least) been considered the best in the business. She had turned to ‘cleaning’ as an occupation because she really enjoyed endings more than beginnings – and anyway, she didn’t need to know her mark’s entire pedigree or life’s story, or to have some kind of facetious moral justification just to collect her fee. Unsurprisingly, when she did read – on those rare occasions – her books were always dog-eared from the back.”