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Devon’s chin came up and she saw that everyone was as startled as she was, everyone except Zave who just started toward the door. “That’s quick for Bess,” Devon said.
Zave looked through the peephole, and for the man who was always unruffled, Devon was stunned to see surprise on his face when he whipped around and looked at Zara to point at Brodie. Zara kicked her husband’s shin without making a sound, nodded up, and without words, Brodie knew he had to mobilize.
Brodie was on his feet and heading toward the door without a whisper of a sound. Pulling a g*n from the back of his waistband, he put his back to the wall behind the door. Nobody knew who was on the other side of that door, except Zave. Whoever it was demanded that the Kindred’s assassin be ready to
