I thought symphaths didn't have a conscience." "I'm half my mother's boy, too. So I have a little." "Aren't you lucky." The Reverend's chin dipped down, and his eyes flashed pure, purple evil for a split second. Then he smiled. "No… all the rest of you are fortunate.
J.R. Ward (2011). “J.R. Ward The Black Dagger Brotherhood Novels 1-4”, p.1783, Penguin
