“We’ll make sure he never hurts anyone again!” the man declared, and that time he looked at me again, perhaps with more interest than before. He turned back to the sheriff and, after pointing at me not very kindly with his thumb, added, “What about the woman?”
“I’ll take care of her!”
“Perfect! I’ll leave her in your hands, then!”
I shuddered instinctively, frightened by that man’s bearing and coldness, by the serious and professional way he conducted himself, and especially by the way he looked at me the two times he did. As if I were a problem that had to be “solved.”
While that frightening man kept talking with Luke, thoughts about what would come next attacked me.
I knew many things — secrets that would not make the higher ranks of Alexander’s family very happy. Somehow their race
