Prologue: Hunt The leaves rustled softly as Lissa shifted. The roughness of the tree bark pushed through her clothes and the cold night air bit down to her skin, but boredom gnawed at her more than anything else.
Waiting is the worst part.
She pulled her enerpulse pistol out of its holster and examined the weapon. The metal was sleek and dark, not a single mar nicked into the clean surfaces. No chances of a misfire. Lissa pressed the pistol between her knees and cupped her hand over the ener...
Published on August 30, 2015 14:56