Y’all might as well come on out,” I said. “I know you’re there. I can smell you.” “Smell me? But I just took a shower this morning!” an indignant voice drifted out of the shadows. There was a loud sound, like someone was getting smacked upside the head. Then another voice let out a low mutter. “Shut up, idiot.

I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.

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

Well, what did you have for lunch?” I snapped. “Surely that’s not top secret superhero information.” “Steak with mashed potatoes and a side salad,” Striker replied. “And a piece of chocolate cheesecake for dessert.” I gave up on conversation after that. I was too jealous of the cheesecake to continue.

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

I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.

I'd be damned if I let him see the tears in my eyes.