Chapter 8
“Leaving so soon?” Remy teased Mira, tipping his hat as they reached the mouth of the cave.
Mira snarled at the skinny man, still wondering how the hell he could be the so-called ‘guard’ of the gate. She could snap him like a twig. In fact, the idea of doing just that was quite appealing. “Don’t celebrate. You haven’t gotten rid of me yet.”
He tipped his hat again and waved her toward the mouth of the cave with enthusiasm. “Well then, let me send you off with a traveling song and wish you a merry voyage.”
Before doing something she’d regret, Mira turned to Stryker. “Is there something wrong with this guy? He’s on my last nerve.”
“That’s enough, Remy,” Stryker’s warning glare said more than his tone.
“Not even close,” Remy replied with equal amounts of mischief in his voice.
