Bryn Greenwood Novels & Stories

Creed shrugged looking over to me “ Are you sure there isn’t another way? I’m sorry Char but I don’t want to see you getting hurt because that idiot Henry doesn’t know anything about being in the woods” Creed said annoyed with the whole situation “ I know how to survive in the woods. I've done it for years. Please don’t worry about me.” I said with a mouth full of muffin making Alex smile and shake his head. “ She's right, she should be fine but we need to get her set up with the equipment before bringing him up from his cell.” Alex said standing up from his chair

Brynn’s POV Brynn’s team brings in a new publicist to manage the press fallout from the shooting. Her name is Lena Brooks, mid-thirties, sharp-eyed, with the kind of dry humor that survives a crisis instead of folding under it. She arrives in an Uber at the production office Monday morning with a leather portfolio and a tablet, wearing a blazer that probably costs more than my monthly rent and carrying an attitude that suggests she’s solved worse problems before breakfast.