“Clever girl.” Yazoo was pleased with her reaction. “For a moment I thought you would have acted foolishly.” If she had attempted to attack, the remnant would not have hesitated to let a bullet pierce through her head.

He pulled Velvet Nightmare back and rested it against his shoulder, barrel pointing to the cloudy skies and ready for action. Humans were fickle creatures and logic often failed them—especially the adolescent female kind.

Yazoo lolled his head to one side. His body language remained calm which matched his even toned voice. “You’re one of big brother’s friends, aren’t you?” It was a hypothetical question. Her mannerism and her voice were familiar to him. Even her scent was distinct.

“Where is he?”