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The band geek has liquor?
Don't you agree, fuzzball?
I'm crazy about you, Spartan.
My name is Gin, and I kill people.
Always take the most unexpected route
Kiss me or let me go. I don’t care anymore.
And I was stuck here at Warrior Freaks R Us.
Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again.
Emotions were for those too weak to turn them off.
Too bad the smile was on the face of the wrong man.
I'd be damned if I let him see the tears in my eyes.
You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.
Don’t make it a challenge. You know how much I like those.
Killing people was far easier than making polite chitchat.
Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.
What are you smiling at?’ - ‘Oh, nothing much. Just my hero
I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.
I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.
Did she just call me a bleeding toothpick? Kill her! Kill her now!
It didn't take long for the anger to put the happiness in a headlock.
Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?
Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.
You're late." "Sorry. I was busy talking about my feelings and killing people.
I know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.
You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.
You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.
I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.
Really, Gin, did you have to ruin my suit?” he said. “This was a Fiona Fine original.
Logan Quinn was the kind of guy who could stab me in the eye with a freaking Twizzler.
Finn did what he always did when confronted by an angry woman—he checked out her boobs.
The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.
I pulled the trigger twice, cutting off his protests, and Finn joined my lover on the floor.
Oh, baby. You have no idea what I’d do to get through those layers and down to the good stuff.
I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.
I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.
I don't judge you for what you've done, Gin. Why are you judging me for another man's mistakes?
Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?
I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as gracious a hostess as the next gal.
Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.
And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed.
The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again
That was my favorite dagger." She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.
Have I ever told you how scary it is that you think of heels in terms of their possible shiv potential?
Just another part of that Spartan killer instinct. I can slay the ladies just as well as I can reapers.
This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James Bond
Easy was for people too weak to suck it up and do what needed to be done. And I wasn’t weak. Not anymore.
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.
I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.
I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.
You bruised my ego, you see, and there’s just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised