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

Keep the change, Gin," McCallister said in a smarmy, mocking voice. "Consider it an early Christmas present." "Aw," I drawled. "A whopping thirteen cents. You're too kind, Jonah. Why, you'd put Ebezener Scrooge to shame with your bighearted generosity.

Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.

One by one, the others all nodded their heads again, as if we were talking about having a spring picnic instead of going up against the deadliest woman in Ashland and all of her men.

I hate to say this, but not everyone seems happy that you’re still alive,” Finn said, picking up on the glares coming my way. “You can’t please everyone,” I drawled. “And you know how much I hate to disappoint our dear friends in the underworld.

The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again

You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised