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

I hate to say this, but not everyone seems happy that you’re still alive,” Finn said, picking up on the glares coming my way. “You can’t please everyone,” I drawled. “And you know how much I hate to disappoint our dear friends in the underworld.

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

It didn't take long for the anger to put the happiness in a headlock.

I will destroy you. No matter how long it takes, no matter what it costs me. I won’t sleep, I won’t eat. I won’t do anything but plot your downfall. I will mow down your men like they’re weeds. I’ll kill so many of them so viciously, so brutally, so horribly that no one will dare to work for you. And sooner or later, I’ll get you too.

Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.

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.