Insisting on checking Carla’s hotel room first didn’t kill the mood in the slightest. “I stand ready to slip the dogs of war.”
Wednesday, 12:30 pm
After leaving Psalter behind, I needed a distraction, so I chose the worst one possible. Without any evidence of her crime or knowledge of who she was, going after her would have been pointless at best and deadly at worst. I gave her one,” I said. I had no feelings for Carla Tanaka, and I was convinced the feeling was mutual. “Holy shit!” I suddenly forgot how to undress myself as I stared back at the creature standing before me. “I’m going to hell,” I groaned. He was still there, standing exactly as I’d last seen him, looking more like a monument to a long-dead denizen of the cemetery than a man. “Is everything okay?”
I huffed, ran my fingers through my hair, and decided to throw it all out there instead of trying to work up to it.
