Rina Kent

I believe myself to be God’s gift to humans.

“Hold up.” Nikolai scratches his chin. “I need to know who’s the little spoon and big spoon.”

I glare at him. “Shut up, Niko.”

“I mean, I’m little spoon to my lotus flower.”

“You’re a little dog to your lotus flower,” Killian says.

A person is formed of jigsaw pieces and if you want to really know anyone, then start at the pieces that formed his childhood. They’re the base. Everything else is built on that.

I don’t need to search for Aiden since he’s running in my direction.

Ronan is Death because he’s an impenetrable rock in the midfield.

Cole is Famine; silent but deadly when he attacks.

Xander is War; all he knows is how to wreak havoc.

Steel blood runs in your veins. You will not disgrace it.

Steel blood runs in your veins. You will not disgrace it.

Be mine and you become the queen on my board.