I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.

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

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

Don’t make it a challenge. You know how much I like those.

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.

What did you expect? That he'd send you flowers and write you bad poetry? That dead Nemean prowler is pretty much as close to a stuffed animal as you're ever going to get from a Spartan like Logan Quinn.