by Colleen Foley
I patted Seth’s shoulder and grinned widely at him.“Sit tight, little brother.”
kept my visit with Kaia short by necessity. She told me what I needed
to know and warned me about the cold stone. Truth was, there was going
to be no varnishing Seth’s ass with logic on this one.
In the car, I leaned close, and whispered, “Do me a favor, hold off on murder long enough to just listen, OK?”
With that I leaned him forward and slapped him hard on the back.
The stone popped neatly into my hand and the world erupted red.