SIXTEEN
No matter what Svana did, she always got herself mixed up in something. Tulsi could identify with that. Even though it wasn’t exactly the woman’s fault she’d heard some damaging information, they couldn’t take any risks by showing her too much compassion.
“I don’t trust her,” Styx said.
“Neither do I,” Tulsi said because it was the truth. Killing Svana was a little more than she was ready for, but they had to keep control of her as best they could. “You got rope?”
“Maybe,” Ripp said.
“Hogtie her and toss her in the trunk.”
Styx was the one to move. The car in the middle of the space must have brought him to their location, so it made sense that he was the one to open the trunk and pull out a coil of thin rope.
“We’re taking orders from her now?” Ripp asked.
“You can piss of
