It was then she grabbed a fist full of his hair, jerking his head, a bit painfully, to look at her as she took in a good look of him.
"Jude Armand," she murmured, studying his face. "A high class man, a high class whore." She frowned and continued to look at him before her grip slackened as she sighed and looked away, laying down over top of him and staring out at nothing at all.
"You have too many weaknesses and you've got your hand into too many secrets."