I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.

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

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

Uh, what are you doing?” “Nothing much. Just erasing all of Calinda’s good grades and replacing them with incompletes. Eventually, the administrators will figure out what happened, but I’m making it look like a computer error. Still, I imagine she’ll get some nasty lectures from her profs and parents in the meantime.

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

Burn, baby, burn,” she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice. I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the supreme satisfaction you’re taking in watching the mansion blaze to the ground, I’d really like to get out of here before the whole house collapses on top of us.

Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.