Dani said, head bowed, hands clasped in front of her. She had been elevated past the rank of being on her knees in front of the dark mistress like a recruit, but not yet promoted to Agent status. Madame G had one more mission for her. Dani formed her next sentence carefully. “I would do anything to rid the world of the shifter threat.” Dani resisted the urge to squirm under the menacing woman’s scrutiny. Batshit crazy. Wasn’t the first time those words rose up in Dani’s mind as Madame G stood before her in a long kimono that covered every inch of skin except for her smooth, porcelain face. It also wasn’t the first time Dani questioned her resolve in the destruction of all shifter kind. Her kill them all resolve had changed to, well, maybe kill just the really bad ones. But it wasn’t as if she could say, “My bad. I’m just gonna head back home.” In the Sigma Network, there was no retirement, no pension plan, no severance package. You were killed in the line of duty or by Madame G herself.
