Stormy stared at the blonde behind the bar while I surveyed the room for any bodachs that might precede the executioner. Nobody here but us humans. “She’s so pretty, so full of life,” Stormy said, meaning the bartender. “So much personality, such an infectious laugh.” “She seems more alive to you because you know she might be fated to die young.” “It just seems wrong to walk out and leave her there,” Stormy said, “without warning her, without giving her a chance.” “The best way to give her a chance, to give all the potential victims a chance, is to stop Robertson before he does anything.”
