Chapter 30
My hand went for my g*n. It would be a tough shot, but I could make it. I’d wing Clarence, knowing the bullet would spin him counter-clockwise. The dagger would fly away from Grace rather than toward her. The shot would attract the attention of the brunchers, but that wouldn’t matter as long as my twin made it out alive.
Only...the spot beneath my arm where my g*n belonged was empty. There was no holster waiting at my hip.
Right. Slim had my guns and Clarence now held my backup weapon. Which is how I came to be standing empty-handed when the son of the house turned his head and greeted me with a gamine grin.
“So there are two of you. Eggplant city.”
Grace’s eyes met mine then slid to the pelt draped across the teenager’s shoulders. I somehow knew that she’d enjoyed a wild l
