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.

Since coming to Mythos, I'd almost been run through with a sword and mauled to death by a killer kitty cat. Dirty looks didn't faze me anymore.

I'm crazy about you, Spartan.

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

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.

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.

What did you expect? That he'd send you flowers and write you bad poetry? That dead Nemean prowler is pretty much as close to a stuffed animal as you're ever going to get from a Spartan like Logan Quinn.