"Fuck that woman," Reyes growled, downing a generous drink straight from the bottle before slamming it on the table.

Casey Hernandez was dangerous. She was testing his calm. She was driving him to drink.

He strode to the window and glared into the night. His meeting with her had not gone as he'd planned. Instead of clarifying things, he'd found himself more confused, more entangled. She was an infuriating mixture of world-weary siren and stunted half-child that never ...