Iron Claw (Iroquois)
I finally got Mira to take a small nap. She is vigilant in finding out what happened to that woman. I totally understand how she feels. These are the people she is responsible for. Wanting them to feel safe is her priority.
I walk into her office. My mark on her neck is visible. I love that she wants the world to know she is mine, and I am hers.
“Hey, did you eat the food that was brought up?” I ask, looking at the barely touched breakfast. Her coffee is cold. Her bacon and eggs look like they were pushed around the plate. I lean on the corner of her desk. She is still deeply invested in the paperwork sent over by Sheriff Mulberry.
“They found out her name was Lindsay Bertram. She was in town for a break from school. Now she’s dead. I won’t rest until I find her
