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.

I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.

I don't judge you for what you've done, Gin. Why are you judging me for another man's mistakes?

You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.

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.

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

Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff.