That was my favorite dagger." She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.

Too bad the smile was on the face of the wrong man.

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

You do realize that the cost of that bracelet is within spitting distance of my going rate as an assassin, right?” “You mean your going rate back when you were actually killing people for money,” Finn said. “Or as I like to call them— the good ole days.

Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.

Hey, are you okay?”he asked “Nickamedes told me what happened with Preston. He and the others were worried about you. They’re out looking for you, along with Daphne, Carson, and Oliver.”I let out a bitter laugh.“I must have really freaked them out if Nickamedes was worried about me.

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