“Clearly, something’s tainted. Until we identify which batch is the culprit, we pull ‘em—all of ‘em.”
A hush fell over the room.
“Tainted,” Sean said slowly, mouth pulling into a frown. “Or poisoned?”
Whispers around the room snuffed out. Eager faces turned, waiting.
He was right to be suspicious.
“Leave that to me to sort out.” I pulled back the right side of my blazer, hooking a thumb into my waistband.
A gold pistol glinted—Angle Shooter—my gilded companion. I’d taken an oath on her. To protect . . .always.
Another stood, opening his mouth, ready to speak when?—
Snap!
The massive door to the meeting room cracked clean in half, toppling to the floor with a vicious thud. Twisted vines spread over the back like ivy. Vines I knew all too well.
“Whoops,” Carwynn chirped, completely nonchalant. “Sorry about that.” A tinge of pink powdered her cheeks.
Bullocks. What’s she at now?
She wore blue jeans that hugged her hips a little too right, and a forest green sweater that made the red in her hair blaze.
Trouble. This woman was pure trouble. For me. For everyone. And the worst bit—she didn’t even know it.
“Are you taking a piss?” I spat, arm outstretched, sweeping over the wreckage.
Destroyed. Again! My door. My Lockbinding.
“No, thanks. Already went,” she replied with a sarcastic wince, then shook her hands out.
“Luckblight!”
“How the fates did she do that?”
“Isn’t that—fecking aces, it’s her . . .”
“That Hallow bird. The one from the scrolls?”
Carwynn’s face pulled tight. She whipped her head to the men.
My Luckmen went into a frenzy—hands to holsters, others twitching to shift into Ossory.
Souls take me.
I held up a hand before chaos could unleash.
“Stand down,” I ordered. “I’m sure little miss Hallow Princess has good reason for breaking into ourconfidentialmeeting.”
Carwynn’s eyes went to slits, fuming amber.
Good. Be pissed. I liked that little spark.
She looked around the meeting room.
“Yeah, your secret little clubhouse is pretty cute and all.” She smiled unapologetically. “But seems less of a meeting and more of a sausage-fest if you ask me.”
