One by one, the others all nodded their heads again, as if we were talking about having a spring picnic instead of going up against the deadliest woman in Ashland and all of her men.

I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.

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

Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff.

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

I know, I know. But I can always kill him later. This way, at least we get to humiliate him first.” Finn eyed me. “Sometimes I think you’re even more devious, twisted, and vicious than I am.” I grinned. “You only wish you could be as ruthless as me.” “Absolutely.

I'm crazy about you, Spartan.