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.

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

They’d played “Sweet Home, Alabama” so many times I wanted to crash the party, kill the radio, and knife whoever was selecting the music.

I eat haughty, arrogant, manipulative, self-important bitches like you for breakfast, sugar. And then I go back for seconds.

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 are you smiling at?’ - ‘Oh, nothing much. Just my hero

And I was stuck here at Warrior Freaks R Us.