Liam, soon-to-be-fucking-dead, Callahan was walking down the stairs—my fucking stairs—with his sex hair high and his green eyes sharper than razor blades. He was beautiful, and I almost regretted the fact that I would have...

How many wishes do you think we can get out of this?” she asked, but I couldn’t tear my eyes way from the sky.”How many wishes do you need?””Three.”That got my attention, and I turned...

He has an interview going on, so if anyone asks you anything about anything, smile and lie.””So, if they ask how it feels to spend our evenings filing briefings from three years ago, we should...

Say my name again. Not in anger, or disgust, but as you did just now. As if I am the only man in the world who can satisfy you.~Liam C.