Two students severely injured, you yourself covered in blood, a Reaper on the premises, a Fenrir wolf running around loose somewhere, and extensive property damage to the resort. Well?" Nickamedes snapped. "What do you have to say for yourself, Gwendolyn?" I thought for a second, then grinned at him. "I followed your directions exactly. I never set one foot outside the hotel.

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

I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.

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

Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?” he said. “This was a Fiona Fine original.

Gin! Gin, are you here?” “Right behind you,” I said. Finn shrieked and whirled around. I winced at the high-pitched sound. “Dammit, woman.” He clutched the folder to his chest. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?

That’s hard core, Gin,” Finn replied. “Very hard core. Kind of kinky too.” A grim smile tightened my lips. “That’s me. Gin Blanco. Hard core and kinky to the bitter end.