WHILE I’D BEEN HARVESTING a half-assed weapon, the sun had fully set. But the rising moon was already bright enough that I could easily make out the expression on Quill’s face as I emerged from my woodland lair.
He was gloating. His eyes danced with the knowledge that he’d soon capture a halfie pack leader without having to relinquish either young girl from his clutches. And while I’d like to say that pride goeth before a fall...even though I was armed with a pointy stick, the odds were still definitively stacked in the SSS’s favor.
Not that I planned to let my enemy realize I felt that way. “I’m here,” I said firmly, pacing forward slowly in order to give myself time to think. Bluffing came as naturally as breathing, so I continued to keep my shoulders high and my chin raised as I emula
