Kim Bugarin

“Wordlessly, she slipped off her shoes. Gently, she placed a palm on the floor, shifted to stand, but that was when Macey felt another hand pressing down on hers.Hard. Too Hard.
"Just what do you think you're doing ?" Hale hissed in her ear. His fingers burned into her skin. And Macey knew if she was going to take out the gunman, she was first going to have to neutralize the boy beside her.
"Why don't you let me go and I'll show you," she said with only a modicum of flirt in her voice.
"Why don't you put your fancy shoes back on and sit there like a good little girl?"
"First of all, I'm good at a lot of things. Taking orders from bored billionaires isn't one of them. Second of all, he's alone, and I can take him," Macey said.
"No!" Hale said. "You don't know anything about this guy."
"I know he's left handed and has an old injury to his right knee---probably a torn ACL at some point but the details don't matter. And the way he keeps his finger purposefully away from the safety of that gun means he's never fired it. And he doesn't want to."
"You're kinda scary.”
― Ally Carter, Double Crossed: A Spies and Thieves Story

“Either we're a team or we aren't. Either you trust me or you don't.”
― Ally Carter, Heist Society

“My love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity, ~ Hazel Lancaster.”
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

“The things that are most precious to us are sometimes the most secret.”
― Ally Carter, Perfect Scoundrels