Hans (Alliance, #4)

by S.J. Tilly

Nero looks at the man. “What the fuck? There’s not a drop of blood on him.” Dom snorts. “He was hiding behind the curtains.” We all turn and look at the massive broken window and the heavy velvet drapes bunched up on either side. Nero glares at the man. “Seriously?” “You wanna kill him?” Dom asks Nero. “If my calculations are correct, I’m still two up on you.” Nero rolls his eyes. “Your calculations are never correct. And I want to kill him just for hiding like a bitch in a cartoon.” Dom snorts, and Nero looks at me. “Can I borrow that sword?” I narrow my eyes. “You gonna give it back?” Nero lets out the most dramatic sigh ever, causing Cassandra to snicker against my chest. “Yes, I’ll give it back.” Keeping my eyes narrowed, I draw the katana and twist my wrist so I hand it to Nero handle first. The man in Dom’s grip starts to struggle, but a pair of Alliance guys step over to help hold him still. Nero gives the sword a few lazy figure eights. “Hans, mind opening his shirt for me? I don’t want to fuck it up and accidentally gut him.” He turns his attention to the man and whispers like he’s sharing a secret, “I’m still learning.”