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

I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.

I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.

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

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.

Quite a crowd tonight, Gin. Usually, it's just you and Finn." I shrugged. "What can I say? I seem to attract minions wherever I go these days. Kind of like the Pied Piper." Behind me, Finn huffed out his displeasure. "Minion? I am most certainly not a mere minion. Head minion, perhaps. At the very least.

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