Well, except the hacking. That was staying firmly on my CV.
So I turned to Penny, because my sister had always been better with people. She could talk to them, figure out what they were hiding, understand what they needed. She could probably get more information out of a frightened wolf in ten minutes than I could in an hour of threatening to grow roses out of his ass.
Unfortunately, she was staring at the folder on Dante's desk like it contained something personally offensive.
Kyan's name, probably.
That would do it.
I felt Itaca stirring beneath her skin, restless and angry, despite the fact that Penny had already burned the bastard alive for his sins.
And Goddess, I was ridiculously proud of her. But I was also painfully aware that killing Kyan hadn't magically erased everything h
