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

Finn regarded pesky little things like wedding bands, engagement rings, and jealous, hulking menfolk more as amusing challenges than immovable obstacles that could be hazardous to his health.

He realized something was going on between Logan and me. I wish he'd clue me in on exactly what it was, because I had no idea.

I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.

What was it with people always trying to kill me in the library? Nickamedes so needed to put up warning signs. Danger: Working here could be hazardous to your health.

And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed.

Don't you agree, fuzzball?