Specter

SPECTER

The leather armchair creaked beneath Nadia’s weight as she leaned across my desk, her red-painted lips parting to deliver an order she had no right to give.

“It’s time to pack up and come home, Specter.”

“Watch your fucking mouth,” I said, my voice dropping to a low, lethal gravel.

Nadia went dead still against the upholstery, freezing like prey that had just realized the bars on the c