In From The Cold Review Novels & Stories

On one occasion he was asked to kill a fowl, his hands kept shaking while he struggled to slit the throat. Timothy opened the gate immediately Mark hooted. The gateman was no lazy man and he rarely slept or he was always alert even in his sleep. He was as agile as a young man should be. Mark carried the bags from the trunk while Kamsi followed, holding her sling bag like a purse as the little block heels she wore slapped the ground . She could have gone up to change but she followed him majorly to remind him not to put her vegetable leaves in the fridge.

His entire presence radiated I am not here to make friends. Finally, his eyes lifted to meet hers, and wow… she wasn’t prepared for that. Cold. Assessing. The kind of gaze that made you feel like he already knew your entire life story, including your N*****x password. “Ms. Marshall,” he said, voice smooth but detached. “You’re late.” Her eyebrows twitched. “It’s 9:00 exactly.” “I prefer people to arrive early,” he replied without missing a beat. Okay… so this was how it was going to be.