Frostfire

Remember my name. Because I'm going to be the one who kills you.

Before when we were talking, were you asking why her?" The aurora above us reflected on his face, and his dark eyes were filled with heat. "Or were you asking why not you?

I love it when you talk clean to me, quoting training manuals like sonnets.

I'll always have your back,” Ridley said with a wry smile. “Or any part of your body.” I rolled my eyes and smiled despite myself. “Way to ruin a perfectly nice moment, Ridley.

You don‟t need that on your conscience.” “His death I could handle. It's his life that I don‟t need weighing on me.

He smelled of cold. Like ice and snow on the harshest days of winter.

Justice? Does that mean you'll drag them back here? Or are you going to kill them all?