Vice lays on the floor, immobile. I’m about to check his pulse when his body begins convulsing. His size collapses. Spikes retract into his chest and legs. Even Vice’s head and arms return to normal.
Kneeling down, I set my fingertips on his neck. There’s no pulse.
Anger rises within me. The Gray Woman turned this human into an ancient warrior bent on my destruction. Not sure how Fyodor the Rus got into the mix, but I’m sure it made sense in the Gray Woman’s mind.
Hunter bursts into the room. “I showed her out, but she snuck back in.”
It’s an effort to snap my thoughts out of Vice and the Gray Woman. “Who?”
“Prudence,” explains Hunter. “She made copies of all your skeleton keys. Some of the employees saw her sneaking around in body armor and a fur cape.”
Shock careens through my nerv
