Oh ye of little faith. Not for IYD... But you didn't even try.

You hated my rainbows, now you don't like my leather. Is there anything you like on me?

You're leaving me, Rainbow Girl.

And you can tell Darroc that Ms. Lane is mine. If he wants her, he can bloody well come and get her

Barrons had just given me the most carnal, sexually charged hungry look I'd ever seen in my life, and I was pretty sure he didn't even know he had done it.

Ancient eyes had stared at me, filled with ancient grief. And something more. Something so alien and unexpected that I'd almost burst into tears. I'd seen many things in his eyes in the time that I'd known him: lust, amusement, sympathy, mockery, caution, fury. But I had never seen this.

Hope. Jericho Barrons had hope, and I was the reason for it.

I would never forget his smile. It had illuminated him from the inside out.