What is on that memory stick, if you don’t mind me asking?”
She was following him back into his apartment when he asked, and realized she still clutched it.
“Something I never want to see again.

Zarah, you do know that we are supposed to be a graceful species, don't you?

Get done with the damn sibling rivalry and let's get back with the task at hand here so we can figure out what we're going to do.

You’re fearless.”
Draven laughed loudly and shook his head. Zarah frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.
“No, I’m not. Trust me. I’m scared all the time. You scare the living hell out of me.”
Her jaw dropped.
“I scare you?”
“Anyone who isn’t scared of you is insane.

…dancing in the carnage and the flames.

A year ago,' I said, 'you wouldn’t have asked this of me.'
'A year ago,' he answered, 'you wouldn’t have hesitated to drink.'
I crossed to the desk and tossed it down.