Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?

You've got a thing for Donovan Caine. You have ever since you killed Ingles, his partner, and he went all dogged and determined on you.

I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.

You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

I'm a figment of your imagination. You're only imagining that I'm sitting here eating with you. Because I'm just so freaking awesome that people daydream about being seen with me.

You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.