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

“What was it with people always trying to kill me in the library? Nickamedes so needed to put up warning signs. Danger: Working here could be hazardous to your health.”

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

“I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.”

“She doesn't even know how to kill things properlike? What kind of girl have you given me to, goddess?" Vic protested, fixing his eye on Nike once more.Nike let out a laugh. " Vic is a little bloodthirsty. You'll get used to it.”

“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.”

“Quite a crowd tonight, Gin. Usually, it's just you and Finn."I shrugged. "What can I say? I seem to attract minions wherever I go these days. Kind of like the Pied Piper."Behind me, Finn huffed out his displeasure. "Minion? I am most certainly not a mere minion. Head minion, perhaps. At the very least.”