You do realize that the cost of that bracelet is within spitting distance of my going rate as an assassin, right?” “You mean your going rate back when you were actually killing people for money,” Finn said. “Or as I like to call them— the good ole days.

I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.

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.

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

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

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

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