Bruce
I was giddy with excitement. It wasn’t the kind of excitement that gave someone theoretical butterflies in their belly—no, it was the kind that had me smiling like a maniac.
“Is it really that bad?” Gabriella’s voice came from beside me, pulling me away from my daze, as I stared out the circular window of my airplane.
“It is bad,” Maximus answered for me, a chuckle in his voice. “He gets like that when he’s, you know… excited about killing something. It’s his prey, essentially. It’s Lee, and I think you know him well enough.”
Gabriella hummed beside me and resumed typing vigorously on her keyboard. “Well, since you’re so excited about that, I have to let you know that one of Willy’s benefactors is going to be bringing in quite a huge shipment over the next few weeks. I know it so
