Like a gothic heroine, Dani ran through mean streets and meaner alleys until adrenaline and stamina deserted her. She stumbled, then sagged against a graffiti marked wall, her eyes closed, waiting for her breathing to even out, her thoughts spinning around the million dollar question.
How did Dark Lord know about Willow?
Even as her mind asked the question, she wanted to avoid the answer.
Betrayal.
What other explanation was there? How else could Dark Lord know she was Willow? The alarm had startled him, driven him away this time, but it wasn’t over. Wouldn’t be until she died or testified Friday morning against Richard Hastings.
Richard. Did he know what he had unleashed in his drive to save his worthless hide? Did he care? The Richard she’d loved as a brother would have cared. Did t
