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.

You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised

The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.

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.

Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.

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

I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.