You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

Finn did what he always did when confronted by an angry woman—he checked out her boobs.

Too bad the smile was on the face of the wrong man.

The panther prowled around me in a loose, wide circle. Its mouth turned down, almost in a pout, and it seemed disappointed that I wasn't going to run away. Or scream, at the very least. Its tail, which was at least three feet long, twitched back and forth in what seemed to be annoyance. Or maybe anticipation. I didn't know. I'd always been more of a dog person. I cleared my throat, and the panther stopped and flicked up one of its rounded ears. Listening. "Um, nice kitty?

You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.

Are you OK?" I asked. "I think so." Logan stared at me, and a smile pulled up his lips. "But maybe you should give me mouth-to-mouth, just to make sure.