I had the metabolism of a hummingbird on crack.

Too much excitement, Your Majesty?” I asked. “He was standing too close.” “He was asking about Andrea.” “Too close. I didn’t like it.” Curran wrapped his arm around my shoulders and started walking, steering me away from the group. His Possessive Majesty in all of his glory.

You will not pass!” Roman thundered. Great. Now he had decided he was Gandalf.

I wondered if kicking him in the head would make the whole explanation pop out of his mouth in one chunk.

We have to get the Diamond. And Cesare’s head.” They looked at me. “Why the head?” Doolittle asked. “Because it’s easy to carry and I can torture it for a long time.” And I didn’t just say it out loud, did I? I checked their faces. Yep, I did.

I'm welding the bimbo room shut.

He'd laugh in my face, then I'd slice him to ribbons and then he'd break my neck