No matter what happens, I'll always come back to you." "Promise?" I asked in a shaky voice. Logan's eyes burned with icy determination. "Promise.

Hope. An emotion that always kept suckering me in, time after time, despite my supposed retirement from the assassin business. Hope. The one thing that always seemed to get me into more trouble than just killing people for money ever had. Ah, hope. Sometimes, I really hated it.

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

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

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

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

I looked at Bria. “How do you put up with him?” Bria started to open her mouth, but Finn piped up instead. “She puts up with me because I happen to be rich, handsome, charming, a witty conversationalist, and exceptionally talented in bed,” he smirked. “Flexible too.” I groaned. “I did not need to hear those last two.