Calculated Innocence

Torin

I looked at Celeste Pendleton and thought several things simultaneously, none of which I could say out loud.

Celeste, to her credit, put on an expression of being mildly curious but she really couldn’t hide the unmistakable gleam in her eyes like she was some apex predator who had caught an interesting prey.

I was calculating exits and finding none of them particularly clean.

Alpha Pendleton