She became her own knight; she collected those broken promises and whispered apologies and fashioned them into armor

I'm a strong woman.

Standing on the edge of that darkness, she felt the stirrings of reckless want. A wild sort of bravery beat within her, taking up the hollow space in her chest where a heart should have resided.

Her heartbeat picks up, her pulse fluttering through her neck and wrists. She loves this part, loves the moment before she pulls off a job—the heat, the cold, the rush. It’s terrifying and delicious, like teetering out over the edge of a building, her fingers tight on the safety railing. She can see how everything could go horribly wrong, but that rational part of her is tamped down, silenced by the beauty of the fall.

She’s a lunatic,” says Conrad.
“Absolutely insane,” says Guntram.
“Either completely fearless or utterly stupid,” says Conrad.
“She’s going to fit right in,” says Guntram.

I'm a very strong woman.