"So now we have a problem. It's just you now."
Eden made sure not to stare at Puck's remains streaked across the worktable for too long. Not that she was interested in inspecting them, anyway. She had the feeling that if she expressed anything beyond vague detachment in the wake of what had had just happened, she was going to be joining the ranks of the dead very soon.
She didn't want that. Not at all.
"What do you think I should do," Leo asked, and he smiled at her as if he were interviewing her for a position and not in the middle of making her bargain for her life. "I could do as you suggest and interrogate all of DiAngelo's - sorry, Puck's - well...your associates, to find out whether you're telling me the truth or just flying by the seat of your pants to stay alive. But that's a l
