Chapter 9 · free to read
Six miles from the station. Far enough that neither of them had ever had cause to test it.
Not a hunter's set. Nobody traps a ridge that steep for anything that walks on four legs by choice.
Six miles downhill, in a heated office, a woman who had not moved from her desk went down on one knee.
Nothing. Not a scratch, not a bruise, not one broken vessel. And she could feel the barb still in it.
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