He was watching her, his expression hard. She was under no illusions. He’d shoot her if she tried to run or if she even thought about running. A cold sweat slithered down her spine as she held still and tried not to think about anything. She’d thought Maxim was bad, but Fin put even his malevolent gaze to shame.
Shit. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
His little mouse was terrified. She hid it well, but Skinny watched her out of the corner of his eye as Tal patched him up.
She sat quietly in the corner of the room, as far away from Fin as she could get, and avoided eye contact. Everything about her— manner and posture—was reserved and unobtrusive, designed not to call attention to herself. As though she’d be more than happy just to fade into the background. As though she’d practi
