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369 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published March 26, 2013
But no matter what, remember this: all that really matters in the end is protecting the people you care about, even if they don’t like how you do it, even if they hate you for it. Because I’d rather have somebody alive and hating me than dead and buried, with me knowing that I failed them.�
Things for Gin haven’t been going so well. She’s broken hearted after Owen told her in the previous book he needed some distance and time to think. She keeps hoping that he would understand and forgive why she had to kill Salina, but after a month her hope has begun to dwindle.
Now Finn has asked her to be his date to the auction of Mab’s estate and even though she doesn’t want to go she does. But trouble follows Gin no matter where she goes, and Gin finds herself right in the middle of a heist, one that she has to stop by herself and save all her friends who has been captured.
I loved seeing Gin in action again. She’s such a bloodthirsty assassin and I love her for it. Despite being heartbroken she kicked ass in this book, and the fighting scenes were fantastic.
The drift between Owen and Gin seems to be bigger, and I was so disappointed with him in this book. I understand that what happened with Salina was hard for him to accept, especially his part in not seeing her for who she really was, but I still hate that he broke his promise to Gin. That he would never turn his back on her like Donovan did.
Gin’s friends were great as always, although for a majority of the book Gin was fighting alone, which I actually liked. The fact that Jo Jo and Cooper was on a date made my heart a very happy organ, and I can’t wait to see more of those two.
Oh and the ending with a certain prick of a lawyer - BEAUTIFUL :-D
Another great and action-packed instalment to a fantastic series. This series is a must read for all UF fans.
“I have plenty of little black numbers in my closet at home, any one of which would be just fine for this event.�
Finn snorted. “Sure, if you don’t mind wearing something that’s ripped, torn, and caked with dried blood.� I couldn’t argue with that. Funny how killing people inevitably led to ruined clothes.�
Owen: I need more time.
Gin: I understand.
Owen: I don’t know
Gin: I understand
Owen: I just don’t know
Gin: I understand.
“Gin?� Owen whispered, his face white and tight with shock. “Is that really you?�
I grinned. “Isn’t all the blood a dead giveaway?�
“What are you waiting for? Let’s dance, bitch.�
“You wanna dance?� Clementine asked, her hands closing into fists as she slowly advanced on me. “By the time I get done with you, there won’t even be any bones left to feed the fish.�
“Come over here and say that again, sugar.�