Xander
“Who are you?” I ground out, eyeing the woman who approached me with the stealth of a predator. She was tall, about five feet eleven inches. Her hair was jet black, cut short and her steel grey eyes pierced into mine, filled with surprise and amusement. She wore a cream silk shirt and black pencil skirt. She was beautiful in a sharp, angular, predatory way. The sharp blood red nail of her forefinger tapped at her chin, as she let out a chuckle.
“I can’t believe it. It really is you. You’re supposed to be dead, no?” She asked, a wicked smile on her face.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I ground out, narrowing my eyes at her. The woman regarded me with humor in her eyes. I took my hand off the g*n, dismissing her as a threat…not a physical one at least. Something about
