This Fallen Prey (Casey Duncan, #3)

by Kelley Armstrong

Shot him. Killed him. I didn’t intend to, but if you take a gun to a fight, you need to be prepared for that conclusion,

I was not.

the front porch of the police station, give the news, and take questions. Dalton stands off to the side, arms crossed, his expression warning that those questions better not be stupid.

He’s awake but with one toe in that twilight place.

I have learned my lesson about gratitude. It is safer in tangible form.