Chapter 2
“You’re blushing.”
Justice was right where I’d left him two blocks over. And still my breath caught in my throat when he stepped out of the shadows.
Because my nearly-a-lawyer cousin—double cousin, actually, the son of my father’s brother and mother’s sister—looked just like his dying twin. Both were olive-skinned with straight dark hair and eyes like wells of understanding. But only Justice peered at me as if I was dog s**t stuck to the bottom of his shoe.
I coughed to clear my throat of the bitterness of his expression, then attempted to explain my hot cheeks away. “I ran here.”
Bastion would have known that cough was an evasion. Justice simply didn’t care.
Well, he didn’t care about my emotional volatility. He did care about the mission that had drawn us back into the cl
