One was long and elegant with an ornate crossguard and a blade that was edged on both sides. A rapier? Was that what it was called? The other was of Japanese design, with a single edge and a blade that curved ever so slightly. She had forgotten the name for this weapon, but on closer inspection, she noticed a smaller version of it hung on the wall.
Wesley emerged from the hallway, smoothing the jacket of his fine, gray suit and frowning at her. “My, my,” he said, striding into the open space. “I wasn"t expecting you, but I suppose we had to meet sooner or later.”
Anna thrust her chin out, squinting at the man. “Not happy to see me, Wes?” she asked in a singsong voice. “That"s funny because I"ve been meaning to say hello. I never did thank you for shooting me.”
Wesley showed her an ugly
