I looked at Bria. “How do you put up with him?” Bria started to open her mouth, but Finn piped up instead. “She puts up with me because I happen to be rich, handsome, charming, a witty conversationalist, and exceptionally talented in bed,” he smirked. “Flexible too.” I groaned. “I did not need to hear those last two.

Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.

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

Uh, what are you doing?” “Nothing much. Just erasing all of Calinda’s good grades and replacing them with incompletes. Eventually, the administrators will figure out what happened, but I’m making it look like a computer error. Still, I imagine she’ll get some nasty lectures from her profs and parents in the meantime.

It was better to know what people were really like than put your trust in someone who just wanted to hurt you in the end.

Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.

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