Miranda was watching me through narrowed eyes. “Hiding information about the Kings,” she said slowly. “You’re bordering on treason of the pact, Kira. You know what we do with traitors, right?” Iris pulled out her nightstick and prodded me. Miranda gave her a disgusted look. “Really, Iris? You have a Batman belt full of cool stuff, and you poke her with your oversize cop dildo?”
