I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.

There's nothing I can do that's going to drive you away, is there?" I murmured. Owen flashed me a sly grin. "Finally figuring that out, are you? I nodded. His grin deepened. "Well, it sure took you long enough.

All I'm saying is that I understand if the novelty's worn off and you want to get off the carousel ride now before it kills you.

Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.

He gave me his word. That means something to a man like Donovan Caine. Yeah, it means you'll realize he's an exceptionally good liar when you're clutching your intestines and choking on your own blood on his living room floor.

The band geek has liquor?

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