Chapter 45: Haynfyv“WHAT DID YOU say?” Haynfyv leans closer. “You’re that missing surveillance tech, aren’t you? You’re supposed to be dead.” Ange kicks out harder, shakes her head behind his back. “Ravel. That devious little—I knew I should have insisted on inspecting the body.”
That deep grey skin, eyes that might have been like his brother’s if Noosh hadn’t leeched them of warmth . . . I have to distract him. I have to give Ange a chance to get Ash away before Ravel and Serovate catch up to me.
I tug hard on the thread in my hand, the one that arrows straight into the inspector’s chest. “Shame about your brother, Inspector.”
His brows tent in confusion, but another thread nudges out the front of his uniform, slender and translucent.
“Haynfor.” I watch his eyes widen and his shoulder
