Any chance of getting something sweet to go with my coffee?” [Finn] asked in a hopeful voice. I arched an eyebrow at him. “You mean all those pieces of strawberry pie that you ate for lunch weren't enough?” “I’m a growing boy,” Finn said in a sincere tone. “I need my vitamins.” Bria snorted. “The only thing that’s growing on you, Lane, is your ego.” Finn sidled up to my sister and gave her a dazzling smile. “Well, other things of mine also tend to swell up in your presence, detective.

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

Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?

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

My name is Gin, and I kill people.

That was my favorite dagger." She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.

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.