Thane's pov

Mike and I tied the guy up and tossed him into the boot of my car. My nose scrunched up as he bled over the car. I would hand him over to the police after I'd got the answers I wanted and also deal with him for daring to threaten Andera.

“How's your hand?” Mike asked. He had cleaned it up and bandaged it, since it was only a bullet graze. I didn't even know he carried a first aid kit with him, the flesh was sore and burning, not to mention that I would need to have a doctor ...