No matter what happens, I'll always come back to you." "Promise?" I asked in a shaky voice. Logan's eyes burned with icy determination. "Promise..

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

I will destroy you. No matter how long it takes, no matter what it costs me. I won’t sleep, I won’t eat. I won’t do anything but plot your downfall. ….

Come on, Gypsy girl. I'm bleeding to death here, in case you haven't noticed. At least make it worth my while and kiss me before I die..

It'll be okay, I promise. No matter what I see or feel. You'll still be Logan and I'll still be your Gypsy girl..

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

Two students severely injured, you yourself covered in blood, a Reaper on the premises, a Fenrir wolf running around loose somewhere, and extensive p….

The wolf stared down at me, paws still on my chest, its shaggy tail thumping from side tot side and spraying us both with snow. It seemed like...it e….

I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said..

This is really good,” Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. “You sound surprised,” I said. He shrugged. “I just didn’t think an….

This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James Bond.

I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no..

And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed..

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

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

And I was stuck here at Warrior Freaks R Us..

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?.

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 whe….

I eat haughty, arrogant, manipulative, self-important bitches like you for breakfast, sugar. And then I go back for seconds..

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

My name is Gin, and I kill people..