Chapter 8
one life, one encounter – fate
baits a hook with redemption
I was deep in thought wondering how long I was going to be stuck there when the door was flung open, banging against the wall. If I’d been any kind of a real cat, I would have arched my back and jumped back, hissing. But I was more human than anything else, and so I just raised one eyebrow. Expecting Detective Pearce, I was slightly relieved to see Jonah stalk purposefully across the room and plunk a dingy glass of water in front of me. He stood there, out of reach with his arms folded across his chest, watching as I sucked the water down. Like everything else in Chalinex, it carried an acrid, soulless flavor. The liquid was cool, though, and felt like an icy balm to the irritated lining of my throat. When it was all
