He Was Too Perfect, Despite Being One

Bound By Love, But Sworn To Kill.

This Isn’t A Game. We Don’t Want Mediocre Employees Who Can Keep The Status Quo. We Want Souls. We Want To Win. And You’ve Spent Most Of Your Time Here Being Mediocre.

Sydney, I'm So Happy To See You Again. If There's Anything I Can Do For You, Please Let Me Know. And You Must Be Neil." "your Majesty." Neil Swept Her A Bow So Low That His Forehead Touched The Ground. Above Him, Adrian Rolled His Eyes. "easy There, Lancelot," Adrian Said. "i Don't Think Bowing Is Required When She's In Jeans And Bunny Slippers.

Her Eyes Flicked Over The Cards, Looked At Dimitri, Then Looked Back At The Cards. Her Expression Was Blank. "you Will Lose What You Value Most, So Treasure It While You Can." She Pointed To The Wheel Of Fortune Card. "the Wheel Is Turning, Always Turning.

Why Are You Hanging Around, Then? Aren't You Worried About Getting Hit?" "aw, You'd Never Hurt Me. My Face Is Too Pretty.