Snorting, Wayland shook his head. “I work with no one. I need no one.” He cast Grant a quick look. “I’ve seen this guy a couple of times. He seems to hate Camden. I can relate. But not enough to let him live.” Blood splattered over Aspen as a bullet tore through Grant’s head. The life left the enforcer’s eyes, turning them flat and empty. He sank to the floor, dead. And then the gun was aimed at her.
WAIT WHAT!!!!!
