Mia
“Well, well, well… who do we have here?”
The taller one stepped into the path, cracking his knuckles. His grin gleamed cruel in the dim light. “If it isn’t the little Crimson mouse straying far from her hole.”
The second man followed, teeth yellow against the dark, smirk dripping with mockery.
“Forgive us, girl. We’ve got no personal grudge with you but you crossed someone powerful, and when the powerful speak…” He shrugged. “The thing we can do is obey.”
Their laughter was low, the kind that crawled under your skin. But I just looked at them.
I stood still. Hands loose at my sides. Heart drumming hard enough to c***k ribs, but my face stayed unreadable.
Insults. Threats. Mockery. Ha! I had heard them all before.
Back in the Crimson Pack, this was my daily bread. Being shoved
