Kaia toed the unconscious boy. “This one is mine.”
“The hell you say. We need him to find his master.” Subtlety, not Nate’s forte.
“I
bring justice to slayers of the innocent. If I look closely at your
life, your brother might be placing bouquets on your grave.”
Before
Nate could dig himself deeper, I surged to my feet. “Take him, but we
need the intel.” My legs wobbled. They both reached to steady me.
Neither stepped away.
“I bargain with him.” She smiled at Nate, then sealed accord with a kiss. Hypnotic. Dangerous. Addictive.
Nate dropped to his knees.
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(For what Kaia does with the nasty murderer, see Just Desserts)
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