It'll be okay, I promise. No matter what I see or feel. You'll still be Logan and I'll still be your Gypsy girl.

I'm crazy about you, Spartan.

Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.

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?

Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.

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

Kiss me or let me go. I don’t care anymore.