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A faint, scraping sound came from somewhere outside. Gravel.
Kira’s ponytail whipped around her shoulders as she turned her head to look. Of course, there was nothing to see in the darkness. The lights inside the living room had turned the windows into ghost-like mirrors, reflecting the interior.
The Procurer was standing beside her.
She hadn’t even heard him move. She could feel a faint heat radiating from him as he stood in an easy fighter’s crouch in front of the door. His right hand hovered near his jeans pocket.
“You said you came alone.” His voice was low and expressionless. His blue gaze was glued to the front door.
“I did come alone.” Kira frowned.
“And you didn’t call or text anyone.” His eyes darted to hers before returning to the door.
Her lips twisted in a bitter smi
