Have I ever told you how scary it is that you think of heels in terms of their possible shiv potential?

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

They’d played “Sweet Home, Alabama” so many times I wanted to crash the party, kill the radio, and knife whoever was selecting the music.

Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.

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.

She doesn't even know how to kill things properlike? What kind of girl have you given me to, goddess?" Vic protested, fixing his eye on Nike once more. Nike let out a laugh. " Vic is a little bloodthirsty. You'll get used to it.

You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.