He was inches away from her, separated only by the bars of the trap, and she could smell him even through the foul weather gear he wore: a smell at once dangerous and low.A tiger’s cage. A bag of snakes.Lena woke with a high-pitched cry and scrambled out of the blankets and off Kelly’s lap, movin...
Behind and above her, the cannons of the Half Moon Battery kept watch over Old Town. She used the high-powered lens of her camera to look down the Royal Mile as she walked, stopping now and then to actually take a picture. Summer crowds of tourists strolled Lawnmarket Street with their shopping b...