Squatting by the perennials in front of him, Miya fiddled with the dusty lockbox. It’d been hidden in the false bottom of a large planter bed some paranoid fuck…
He fought to turn away from the blue and red lights flashing over him, but his small, frail body was paralyzed. Every twitch punished him with hellfire that vaporized…
Kai sat down on the torn, faux-leather stool and placed his elbows on the bar. He leaned forward and stared at the space between his hands, anxious about drawing…