Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!

Are you OK?" I asked. "I think so." Logan stared at me, and a smile pulled up his lips. "But maybe you should give me mouth-to-mouth, just to make sure.

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

He gave me his word. That means something to a man like Donovan Caine. Yeah, it means you'll realize he's an exceptionally good liar when you're clutching your intestines and choking on your own blood on his living room floor.

Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.

I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.

Instead, I cut him. Not deep, but there was enough of a sting in the wound to remind him of what I'd done to the dwarven mobsters in the parking lot - and that I wasn't just some chick with a knife who looked good in black.