It didn't take long for the anger to put the happiness in a headlock.

Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.

Now, back to my vacation idea.” Finn grinned, showing off his perfect white teeth. “Just think about it. You, Owen, me, and Bria, all happily ensconced in a swanky hotel by a beautiful beach. Bria in a bikini. You and Owen doing your own thing, Bria in a bikini. Did I mention Bria in a bikini?

It didn't take long for the anger to put the happiness in a headlock.

Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

The band geek has liquor?