Callahan
"Take off your dress," I tell her. Her eyes narrow and she c***s her head to the side. She's petulant.
A giant-sized pain in the ass.
But a nagging voice tells me there's more than those things. It'd be simple if she were just those things. And I know exactly what it is. She's loyal. A trait not easily come by in my line of work. She humiliated herself, threw herself at my feet to save her brother.
It's too bad she's loyal to the wrong side.
"Are you hard of hearing?" I ask. She just glares.
I gesture to the gown. "It's dirty. You're covered in blood and brains. Not to mention it's f*****g ugly. I don't want you to dirty my things."
Her eyebrows rise on her forehead. "You don't want me to dirty your things?"
"Correct."
"I want my veil. Your goon wouldn't let me get my vei
