Now something is killing off the customers and following the trail back to Riker. He was watching my face, watching me, as if he'd memorize my fear. Now I remember why I don't confide in strangers. I frowned at him.
No, ma petite, I do not joke. Why not? She's not big on orders and listening to people just because they've got an extra stripe on their shoulder. I'm here as a preternatural advisor, not an executioner. They're civilians! I looked at him, then back at that raw thing that was held to the bed only by one last wrist restraint.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.