Dominic went rigid beside her. “You know him?”
Amelia swallowed hard. “Yeah.”
Dominic turned his head slightly, his voice just for her. “Who is he?”
She exhaled, her fingers curling into fists. “His name is Owen Hale.”
Dominic frowned. “Black Hollow?”
Amelia’s pulse thundered in her ears.
“No,” she whispered. “FBI.”
Dominic’s entire body tensed.
Owen stepped forward, hands in the pockets of his coat, his sharp gaze flicking between them. His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Hello, Amelia.”
Her throat tightened. “Owen.”
Dominic’s fingers twitched near his gun again, but Owen lifted his hands slightly in mock surrender. “Relax. If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have knocked.”
Amelia swallowed against the knot in her throat. “What do you want?”
Owen sighed. “W
