The plan is tentatively for Night Blade release the first week of March.
I’m trying to space things out so I can… hopefully…get more work done on Broken Blade, because…um. Well. Never mind. That’s the plan.
“I had to take care of something outside of the city,” Damon said and his voice was a low, rumbling growl.
I heard that tone often enough. It was anger. Not that icy edge I’d seen earlier, but there were a lot of varieties of anger. And I’d faced this one of his before.
He’d figured it out—thought past the mask of Xavier’s cloaking.
I turned around and I saw it in his eyes.
As he came up off the chair, he shook his head. “I’ve been trying to place it all fucking day and it wasn’t until just now that it clicked. You said you had to work with somebody who…what, cloaked? What the fuck is that?”
“It’s what it sounds like, Damon,” I said levelly. The hell if I’d lied. Lies had never come easily to me anyway and if I even tried, he’d know. “I’m working a job. I’m doing the best I can and I can’t talk about it. Let me work it, let me finish it and I’ll explain.”
The roar echoed around the room. Echoed…echoed…until I thought my ears would burst from it.
“Kit. Were you following me?” he demanded.
“I’m working a fucking job.”
A muscle jumped in his jaw. “Is that the only thing you’re going to say, damn it?”