I'm a figment of your imagination. You're only imagining that I'm sitting here eating with you. Because I'm just so freaking awesome that people daydream about being seen with me.

And I was stuck here at Warrior Freaks R Us.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

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.

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.

I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.

Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again.