You won't hurt me. I know you won't." Logan said. "How can you be so sure?" I whispered. "Because you're that Gypsy girl, and I'm the bad-boy Spartan. And I think it's time we were finally together, don't you?

Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.

Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?

Easy was for people too weak to suck it up and do what needed to be done. And I wasn’t weak. Not anymore.

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.

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

He realized something was going on between Logan and me. I wish he'd clue me in on exactly what it was, because I had no idea.