“We don’t get much new blood around here.” “Bad reputation?” She rolled her eyes. “Please. We offer a health plan. We have the best reputation of any cabal this side of the Mississippi River—and did you see that bullshit the LA folks pulled on live television last year? Right now, I think we’re the best regarded cabal in the country.” “Then why?” “Because there isn’t much new blood to get.” For the first time, the muscles around Emily’s eyes relaxed, her gaze softening, becoming less predatory and more wistful. “You don’t know how much you’ve missed.”
