“Do you want to know my name, or do you want to know what I came to tell you?”
My stomach drops, but I keep my face blank. Reporter Face, Reporter Face, Reporter Face, I chant inwardly. I gotta put my masks back on, all of them that matter, because I’m starting to get a very nasty feeling about what this man found me to share. “I don’t know what you’re—”
“Stop.” He holds up one hand, palm out. “I didn’t come here to play games with you, Ms. Pierce, and I don’t have time for the part where you pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”
“If you keep going like this, you’re going to get yourself and him killed.” The man edges closer. He smells cool and fragrant, aquamarine and forest. The stubble on his face is black as night over snow-white skin beneath.
“Kir was given an assignmen
