“What if he comes back, Holt? What if he was one of Arnir’s men?” Zylah asked, resting her eyeglasses on a lip of brick and looking up at him once more. She could find somewhere else to stay, now that she had a job. But she didn’t want to. “He won’t. He was dealt with. No one will disturb you here again.” He watched her the way he always did, as though a caged animal sat just beneath his skin.
