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.