Two students severely injured, you yourself covered in blood, a Reaper on the premises, a Fenrir wolf running around loose somewhere, and extensive property damage to the resort. Well?" Nickamedes snapped. "What do you have to say for yourself, Gwendolyn?" I thought for a second, then grinned at him. "I followed your directions exactly. I never set one foot outside the hotel.
I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.
Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?
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.
I did not glow with the thrill of battle. Cringe, yes. Glow, no.
Always take the most unexpected route
My name is Gin, and I kill people.
This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James Bond
Oh, Finn isn’t an assassin,” I cut in. “He’s much, much worse. He’s a banker.
I'm crazy about you, Spartan.
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?
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.
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.
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.
Since coming to Mythos, I'd almost been run through with a sword and mauled to death by a killer kitty cat. Dirty looks didn't faze me anymore.
You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.
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 expected me to do something. Maybe my mind was completley gone, because there was only one thing I could thing of right now that might satisfy it. I reached up en awkwardly patted the side of its head, since that was al i could reach. "Nice puppy," I whispered, and passed out.
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 know that maniacal twinkle in your eye. You're up to something Gwen," he said.
And I was stuck here at Warrior Freaks R Us.
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?
It didn't take long for the anger to put the happiness in a headlock.
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. I will mow down your men like they’re weeds. I’ll kill so many of them so viciously, so brutally, so horribly that no one will dare to work for you. And sooner or later, I’ll get you too.
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