Jennifer Estep

For a moment, I almost felt sorry for her. Then the bitch blasted me with her water magic, and I got over it.

So,_ I said. __xactly how long have the two of you been together? I assume that you__e been going hot and heavy ever since that night at Fletcher__ house when the bounty hunters interrupted you. Am I right?__inn and Bria didn__ look at me or each other.__ight,_ Bria mumbled. __lthough if it makes you uncomfortable____hen Gin__ just going to have to deal with it,_ Finn cut her off.Bria stared at him in surprise.__hat?_ Finn said. __ worked too hard and too long to get you into my bed to just cut you loose now, cupcake.__ria__ eyes narrowed. __upcake?___upcake._ Finn grinned at her. __r would you prefer snuggle bunny?__ria__ hand drifted down to the gun on her leather belt, as though she wanted to pull it out and shoot Finn with it. Well, it was good to know I wasn__ the only one who occasionally had that reaction to him....Then I fixed them both with a hard stare. __ust don__ ask me to take sides when the two of you go at each other. Okay?__hey nodded, then looked at each other. Finn waggled his eyebrows in a suggestive manner, and Bria snorted. But she couldn__ stop a grin from curving her lips.

You're just jealous.""Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.

I used to murder people for money, but these days it__ more of a survival technique.

Y__ll might as well come on out,_ I said. __ know you__e there. I can smell you.___mell me? But I just took a shower this morning!_ an indignant voice drifted out of the shadows.There was a loud sound, like someone was getting smacked upside the head. Then another voice let out a low mutter.__hut up, idiot.

This is really good,_ Donovan Caine said, attacking his third strawberry pancake. __ou sound surprised,_ I said. He shrugged. __ just didn__ think an assassin would be able to cook like this._ __ell, I do get lots of practice with knives. You could say I__ multitasking._ The detective froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. ____ kidding. I enjoy cooking. It relaxes me.

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

Be real. I'm going up against three of the world's most vicious ubervillains. I have a very, very slim chance of survival. I have a better chance of winning the lottery, and I don't even play.

Can you play the piano like Beethoven? Or sing like Carly Simon? Can you take fie pages' worth of quotes and turn them into a usable story ten minutes before deadline? I don't think so, unless you have more hidden talents I don't know about. We all have our special sills. They don't make us better or worse than each other. Just different

I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.

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

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

All right, baby," Daphne crooned."Talk to Mama and tell me all your secrets. . . .

Burn, baby, burn,_ she muttered in a hard, satisfied voice.I cleared my throat. __s much as I hate to interrupt the supreme satisfaction you__e taking in watching the mansion blaze to the ground, I__ reallylike to get out of here before the whole house collapses on top of us.

What did you expect? That he'd send you flowers and write you bad poetry? That dead Nemean prowler is pretty much as close to a stuffed animal as you're ever going to get from a Spartan like Logan Quinn.

Sometimes, humans were more monstrous than anything else.

You bruised my ego, you see, and there__ just not enough money in the world to soothe my ego when it gets bruised

The panther prowled around me in a loose, wide circle. Its mouth turned down, almost in a pout, and it seemed disappointed that I wasn't going to run away. Or scream, at the very least. Its tail, which was at least three feet long, twitched back and forth in what seemed to be annoyance. Or maybe anticipation. I didn't know. I'd always been more of a dog person.I cleared my throat, and the panther stopped and flicked up one of its rounded ears. Listening."Um, nice kitty?