When he said, "Hide," she didn't argue.
Especially since he rolled out of bed and dove for the gun in the holster lying on the floor. The door to their room opened, and she wondered if maybe he was being paranoid. Could be a servant with a midnight snack. Or that demon doctor with some kind of miracle cure.
It wasn't.
She didn't recognize the male who entered the room, though he had a distinctive face. White hair slicked back in a strip. Blue skin. Hawkish nose. A really big gun.
"Bazl sent you, I assume?" Jules said, for some reason not shooting.
"You have something he wants." The intruder glanced at her.
Her blood ran cold. Shoot him. The mental thought apparently bounced off Jules since he kept talking.
Since when did he talk instead of act?
"The Amann won't condone his attack o
