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.

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

Too bad the smile was on the face of the wrong man.

One by one, the others all nodded their heads again, as if we were talking about having a spring picnic instead of going up against the deadliest woman in Ashland and all of her men.

It was better to know what people were really like than put your trust in someone who just wanted to hurt you in the end.

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

Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.