Trapped In Between The Devil's Claws
Silas extended his hand, and the two men shook with the slow, deliberate grip of people who didn't fully trust each other but needed each other too much to let it show.
Morani Demarco's eyes slid to me.
"And who is this?" he asked, though something in his tone suggested he already had a guess.
"Angelina Jordan," Silas said smoothly. "My girlfriend."
Morani's eyebrows lifted just slightly. "From The Green Serpents?"
"The very same."
The man studied me for a long moment, and I held his gaze, because looking away felt like bleeding in shark-infested water. I kept my smile steady, kept my shoulders back, kept every nerve in my body from visibly unraveling.
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