“She’s beautiful,” Skye said, her eyes glued to the empty landing below. Aspen holstered her gun and let out a lungful of air. “If by beautiful you mean terrifying and dangerous, then…yes, she is,” she said, bending to retrieve the baton. “Pretty sure I peed my pants a little.” Skye set a hand over her mouth to stifle a case of the giggles.
