“Breaking into the building was easy.Too easy for an assassin like me.”

“But I'd much rather face a dozen assassins like LaFleur any night than deal with something as tricky, convoluted, and fragile as my feelings.”

“This is the first time I've dated an assassin. I don't want to piss her off.”

“I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as gracious a hostess as the next gal.”

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

“Hope. An emotion that always kept suckering me in, time after time, despite my supposed retirement from the assassin business. Hope. The one thing that always seemed to get me into more trouble than just killing people for money ever had. Ah, hope. Sometimes, I really hated it.”

“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 when you were actually killing people for money,” Finn said. “Or as I like to call them— the good ole days.”