SMARTS
The look on Blade’s face when he and Edge got back to the office was… interesting. They had been off to question Cyrus, but did that mean he had an issue with Edge’s methods? Surely not.
Yes, she was harsh, but only when she had to be.
I met Edge’s eyes, shocked that there was still somehow a tinge of red around the green. I knew she’d been close to losing control when she came back from the stakeout, but I thought that was under control.
“Do you need a couple bags, boss?”
“Please, Smarts.”
Her voice was low, strained. She’d pushed herself too far again.
Apparently the stash was low. Looks like I was breaking into the on-the-go stash.
I grabbed her a few cans, plus one for myself, one for Blade and one for Point Blank. Stress makes it harder to control blood lust, and I had
