Chapter 8
“What are you doing here, Brielle?” Shortcut asked. He didn’t know she was capable of holding a gun, and the sight of her holding one to Jazzlyn’s head surprised him. Even though she was in battle mode, she still smelled of flowery perfume, and the scent put him at ease. He could almost taste her skin—he imagined delicate petals dancing across his tongue.
He grabbed his electric rod from the ground and ran to Brielle’s side. “Nice try, Jazzlyn.”
“I knew something was wrong when your signal broke away from the group,” Brielle said to Jazzlyn. “When you were gone for longer than an hour, I came to check things out. I got here just in time.”
“But why did the Council send you instead of an agent?” Shortcut asked.
“The ankle bracelet is my pet project,” Brielle said, not taking h
