“Dearie, your friends are here,” Kyle’s mom called, sounding far away as Gus stepped through the hatch into a back room that must have served as the restaurant’s kitchen at one point. The appliances and counters around the space seemed to support that assessment. To Gus’s relief, there was evidence of vegetables being cut up,…
Gus let that sink in. Someone wanted her dead. Whether because of a grudge or because they saw her as easy pickings. Weak. There for the destroying. They’d declared war on her and everything she’d built. Belladonna and its crimes would trace back to her. The plant obsessed hermit stupid enough to name her organization…
Gus rubbed her forehead, trying not to panic. Of all times for Ryan to stage an impromptu visit. His first ever. Just when she’d offered safe harbor to Caius and Anandra. A coincidence? If only Gus believed in those. The forty three didn’t get involved. It was a directive they’d all agreed to follow. Even…
“What are Tuann doing here?” Gus mumbled. For that matter, who were they? House Roake? Had Kira already found her way here? Gus needed to find out. If Kira was here, she could offload Caius and Anandra before she’d even finished her chai. If it wasn’t Kira, she had bigger problems. The forty three knew…
Gus relaxed as soon as the greenhouse locked behind her. The solitude to which she’d become accustomed embracing her like an old friend. Finally. Some peace and quiet. She’d missed this. For a second, Gus was tempted to seek out the comfort of her bed. She could take a nap. Ignore her problems for the…
