I headed downstairs fast.
The tavern sat mostly dark except for the dim lights above the bar.
Trigger stood near the front entrance with one hand resting near the weapon at his hip.
Wolf stood beside him.
And beside Wolf?—
My pulse stopped cold.
Female.
Dark hair soaked from rain.
Long coat.
Sharp eyes scanning the room like she trusted absolutely nobody.
Federal.
Easy to spot.
But it wasn’t the woman that hit me.
It was the teenage girl standing beside her.
Sixteen maybe.
Dark blonde hair.
Terrified eyes.
Bruises around her wrist.
And the second she looked at me?—
She flinched.
Not from recognition.
From fear.
Wolf’s expression stayed grim.
“We’ve got a problem.”
“No kidding,” I muttered.
The woman stepped forward first.
“Deputy U.S. Marshal Ava Moreno.”
She flashed credentials quickly.
“I’m assuming you’re Blaze.”
“Depends who’s asking.”
