Half Life (Russell's Attic Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
She’d changed into a very severe black dress, its harsh lines emphasizing the angles of her body, and wore her usual stiletto heels, meaning my eye line was at the back of her upper arm. It didn’t matter: the men in the room still shifted and avoided making eye contact with me. I’d achieved the status of a legend.The sniper was the only one to glance at me, the ghost of a grin twitching his lips. He lounged on the arm of a chair, an ice pack held to his head where I’d kicked him. I’d learned his name was Malcolm; once Mama Lorenzo had pulled away from comforting her niece, she’d been quite concerned with making sure he was all right.I was glad I hadn’t killed him. This wouldn’t really have worked if I had.Mama Lorenzo clasped her hands behind her back and began pacing the carpet, her heels making no sound in its richness. Every eye followed her. “Gentlemen. I believe most of you have met Cas Russell.”Feet shuffled. I saw several frowns of confusion, but no whispering.
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