Sedna could smell the stench of fresh blood from the man as he approached. He still pointed the g*n at her. She cursed the fact that she was unarmed. She wasn’t arrogant. She just hadn’t thought she’d need a g*n to visit a client.
“You’ve got what you wanted. I don’t have anything else with me,” she said. Blood seeped from the bullet wound on her shoulder. Her vision started to blur.
The man still approached. “Sedna Aardel?” he croaked.
She could heal her wound, but she really needed to rest to do so. At the moment, with only half her brain functioning properly, she knew admitting to the name would be unwise. “Who?” she said.
The man frowned. “You’re Sedna Aardel,” he repeated.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” She inched a bit farther from the man to give herself enough space
