The witch's hair was too short and too dark for blond. She wasn't sure if that relieved her or disturbed her. Riley had immediately begun his interrogation, and it had gone something like this: Riley: Where is the meeting between your kind and Aden Stone supposed to take place?Witch: Go suck yourself. Riley: Maybe later. Meeting?Witch: Enjoy death. Riley: I have once already. Now, decide to talk or lose a body part. Witch: May I recommend a finger?Riley: Sure. After I take one of your very necessary hands.
I have something for you. Yeah? What? Is it shiny?They both waited until Indigo had jogged away before resuming their conversation. So, Riley asked, what have you got for me? Taking his hand, she placed it palm-down over her heart. It would hurt like a bitch, she thought, but he was hers to protect as much as she was his. Me. And she opened up her soul, laid herself bare.