~ CAIN ~

I squeeze out of the booth just like West did, grunting as my knees slam into the edge of the table. It’s a blessing and a curse being built like this. One look is usually enough to make most creatures back down. But fitting into smaller-sized furniture? That’s the real war.

I finally manage to untangle myself, tossing a few bills onto the table, and trail after West and his group as they make for the door of The Grit. The overhead light flickers as I pass ...