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

Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.

I'd be damned if I let him see the tears in my eyes.

Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.

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

Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again.