Bad move.
One of the Reapers intercepts him halfway there and slams him hard into the concrete wall. The impact knocks the air out of him with a wheeze before the man’s neck snaps under the Reaper’s grip.
Three.
Rev glances around the warehouse.
“That leaves Voss and one more.”
I tilt my head toward the metal stairs leading to the second floor office.
“Up there.”
We climb the stairs quietly, boots barely touching the metal steps.
Voices drift through the office door before we reach it.
“…told you that girl was trouble,” someone mutters inside.
Another voice answers.
“She’s just a bartender.”
My hand tightens around the knife.
The office door stands half open.
I push it the rest of the way with my shoulder.
Four men look up.
The first two don’t get the chance to react before gunfire cracks through the room. Rev and the others move like a machine behind me, controlled and efficient. Two bodies hit the floor.
Which leaves the man sitting behind the metal desk.
Voss.
He doesn’t panic.
He leans back slowly in his chair instead, eyes flicking across the room and taking in the bodies around him before settling on me.
“Well,” he says calmly, folding his hands together. “If it isn’t the Iron Reapers.”
I step fully into the room and close the door behind me.
The office suddenly feels smaller.
“You know why I’m here,” I tell him.
Voss tilts his head slightly.
“Business?”
I walk toward the desk.
“You hit the wrong woman.”
His mouth curves into a faint smile.
