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

All I'm saying is that I understand if the novelty's worn off and you want to get off the carousel ride now before it kills you.

Any chance of getting something sweet to go with my coffee?” [Finn] asked in a hopeful voice. I arched an eyebrow at him. “You mean all those pieces of strawberry pie that you ate for lunch weren't enough?” “I’m a growing boy,” Finn said in a sincere tone. “I need my vitamins.” Bria snorted. “The only thing that’s growing on you, Lane, is your ego.” Finn sidled up to my sister and gave her a dazzling smile. “Well, other things of mine also tend to swell up in your presence, detective.

Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff.

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

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.

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