“What happened to the other guy? The asshole with a tranq gun?” Aiden frowns. I hesitate, “I think I killed him? I hit him in the head with a hammer when he went for Shay. He wasn’t moving when we left.” Braiding and un-braiding the bottom of my plait I try to replace the sensation of bone giving way under my hammer with the familiar comfort of wrangling my hair. “Fucking right you did.” Aiden crows. The unexpected punch of pride from him hits me in the chest and burns away some of the shame of taking a life.
