Aver Brand
Mercicle
“But your hair is so pretty, Rune.” She batted her lashes at the shirtless Shamalain. The durasteel in her grip squealed.
His warning came just in time for Aver to release the abused bars and step away from the gate. Another burly pair that struggled to impose themselves on their narrow field of view from the cell.
“Hands behind your back. Both of you,” barked the taller of the two. “Boss wants to talk to you.”
“Again? We just had a chat an hour ago.”
“New evidence’s come to light.”
“Evidence of what?”
The other guard leaned forward and bared his yellow teeth. “The kinna we break fingers fer, eheheh.”
“Cheating.”
“We fucked your boss’ wife?”
Twin brows furrowed.
“Husband?”
“The fuck you—”
“Shut up. Turn around and back up. Real slow now. Hands through the gate.”
The mercenary, suspiciously, complied. She leaned back and crossed her wrists over one of the bars as the guard fished out his cuffs.
Blue found blue. Aver grinned and raised a brow. Then she yanked her hands back and began to raise hell.
His warning came just in time for Aver to release the abused bars and step away from the gate. Another burly pair that struggled to impose themselves on their narrow field of view from the cell.
“Hands behind your back. Both of you,” barked the taller of the two. “Boss wants to talk to you.”
“Again? We just had a chat an hour ago.”
“New evidence’s come to light.”
“Evidence of what?”
The other guard leaned forward and bared his yellow teeth. “The kinna we break fingers fer, eheheh.”
“Cheating.”
“We fucked your boss’ wife?”
Twin brows furrowed.
“Husband?”
“The fuck you—”
“Shut up. Turn around and back up. Real slow now. Hands through the gate.”
The mercenary, suspiciously, complied. She leaned back and crossed her wrists over one of the bars as the guard fished out his cuffs.
Blue found blue. Aver grinned and raised a brow. Then she yanked her hands back and began to raise hell.