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

I hate to say this, but not everyone seems happy that you’re still alive,” Finn said, picking up on the glares coming my way. “You can’t please everyone,” I drawled. “And you know how much I hate to disappoint our dear friends in the underworld.

Rage filled me at her words - cold, black, unending rage. Whatever happened to me, Mab would not hurt my sister again. She would not.

Easy was for people too weak to suck it up and do what needed to be done. And I wasn’t weak. Not anymore.

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.

You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.

You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised