I stare at her, and the longer I stare, the more uncomfortable she becomes. Piper shifts from foot to foot. Then her fingers twitch on her thighs. Finally, her hand lifts again in the same way it did before. But then she slaps her hand back down.
“Okay, so you can kill a man but you can’t talk about it?” she asks.
“Since when do you care about Rodion?” I start to ask.
The moment the words are out of my mouth, I follow them across the room. I move so quickly Piper doesn’t have time to back away or protect herself. She just flattens against the wall as I shove my hand down the front of her jeans.
“What are you—” She slaps at my arm and kicks at my ankle. “Get off!”
I don’t feel anything, so I yank her shirt up. Her stomach is flat and bare. “You’re not wearing a wire.”
She squeals and
