Instead, I cut him. Not deep, but there was enough of a sting in the wound to remind him of what I'd done to the dwarven mobsters in the parking lot - and that I wasn't just some chick with a knife who looked good in black.

Have I ever told you how scary it is that you think of heels in terms of their possible shiv potential?

I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.

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

My name is Gin, and I kill people.

Finn regarded pesky little things like wedding bands, engagement rings, and jealous, hulking menfolk more as amusing challenges than immovable obstacles that could be hazardous to his health.

Jasmine smirke at the weapon in my hand. "That little toothpick won't save you, Gypsy." "Touthpick?" Vic muttered in an indignant voice. “Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!