Easy was for people too weak to suck it up and do what needed to be done. And I wasn’t weak. Not anymore.

The wolf stared down at me, paws still on my chest, its shaggy tail thumping from side tot side and spraying us both with snow. It seemed like...it expected me to do something. Maybe my mind was completley gone, because there was only one thing I could thing of right now that might satisfy it. I reached up en awkwardly patted the side of its head, since that was al i could reach. "Nice puppy," I whispered, and passed out.

This is really good,” Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. “You sound surprised,” I said. He shrugged. “I just didn’t think an assassin would be able to cook like this.” “Well, I do get lots of practice with knives. You could say I’m multitasking.” The detective froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. “I’m kidding. I enjoy cooking. It relaxes me.

What are you smiling at?’ - ‘Oh, nothing much. Just my hero

I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as gracious a hostess as the next gal.

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

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