“Thank you. How do we do this?”
Uh.
She looked at him with those glowing amber eyes filled with something that looked a little like hope and a lot like trust. Fuck. He was no hero. He was nothing more than hired muscle. That look sealed the deal. He needed to get her back home. The last person she needed to be around was a male with blood on his hands and no hope for anything more, ever.~~~~~~ Cyril from the current wip, book 2 in The Demon Runners of Unearth