Well, what did you have for lunch?” I snapped. “Surely that’s not top secret superhero information.” “Steak with mashed potatoes and a side salad,” Striker replied. “And a piece of chocolate cheesecake for dessert.” I gave up on conversation after that. I was too jealous of the cheesecake to continue.

Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again.

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

I know that look. What are you up to, Gwen?" "What makes you think I'm up to something?" The Valkyrie snorted. "You're breathing, aren't you?

Moonlight slipped in through the lace curtains, slicing everything with its sliver cracks. That's how I felt right now - cold and cracked and hollow and empty.

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