"I think I should go and clean the guns," Hans muttered. He set the empty plate down, got up from his chair, and took the two gun cases into the other room. Royce still hadn't taken his eyes off Kenzie, but he reached for a bottle of vodka and poured her a small shot.

"Drink this." He held it out and she downed it, wincing at the burn.

"Thanks, I needed that," she said, still unable to meet his gaze.

"Little Mac, look at me." He caught her chin to turn her head ...