I don't judge you for what you've done, Gin. Why are you judging me for another man's mistakes?

She doesn't even know how to kill things properlike? What kind of girl have you given me to, goddess?" Vic protested, fixing his eye on Nike once more. Nike let out a laugh. " Vic is a little bloodthirsty. You'll get used to it.

Don't you agree, fuzzball?

It didn't take long for the anger to put the happiness in a headlock.

My heart lifted, and a matching grin curved my lips. He wanted to see me again. Maybe he really did like me after all. I felt like doing a happy dance, but of course, I was way too cool for that. I'd at least wait until I got back to my hotel room, alone, where no one would see.

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.