Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?” he said. “This was a Fiona Fine original.

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

Burn, baby, burn,” she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice. I cleared my throat. “As much as I hate to interrupt the supreme satisfaction you’re taking in watching the mansion blaze to the ground, I’d really like to get out of here before the whole house collapses on top of us.

Finn regarded pesky little things like wedding bands, engagement rings, and jealous, hulking menfolk more as amusing challenges than immovable obstacles that could be hazardous to his health.

You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.

What was it with people always trying to kill me in the library? Nickamedes so needed to put up warning signs. Danger: Working here could be hazardous to your health.

I'd be damned if I let him see the tears in my eyes.