Sera's Knight in Shining Denim

Killian

Jim.

This must be the guy Sera’s friend Emma mentioned during their phone call. The same Jim that witnessed her abduction. I couldn’t tell if I was more amused by his heroic, albeit pathetic attempt at a heroic rescue, or pissed. I had more important shit that needed my attention. This clown? He should have stayed away.

I shoved him on his ass into a seldom used room on the first floor of the house and slammed the door shut behind me. The blue-eyed, blond-haired, all-American poster boy looked up at me and sneered. Blood flowered from a split lip and stained his teeth.

I flipped on the light and crouched in front of him. Overhead, the fluorescent bulb buzzed. I had to admire the way he kept those blue eyes fixed on me instead of looking around to get his bearings.

His hands balled into fists as he pushed himself up to his knees. “Where is she? You piece of shit, I know she’s here!”

My right eyebrow lifted toward my hairline. That settled it. Amusement outweighed my irritation.