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

Moonlight slipped in through the lace curtains, slicing everything with its sliver cracks. That's how I felt right now - cold and cracked and hollow and empty.

I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as gracious a hostess as the next gal.

You do realize that the cost of that bracelet is within spitting distance of my going rate as an assassin, right?” “You mean your going rate back when you were actually killing people for money,” Finn said. “Or as I like to call them— the good ole days.

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff.

They’d played “Sweet Home, Alabama” so many times I wanted to crash the party, kill the radio, and knife whoever was selecting the music.