Chapter 23: Farewell, Marlee Casson

Night had fallen. With Jolie finally asleep, Elijah Quinny sat on the sofa in the hotel suite's living room and carefully tended to his wounds. The bleeding had stopped, but the gashes still looked savage, like fresh claw marks from a battlefield. He didn't even blink. Injuries like these were old companions; he had endured far worse more times than he could count. When he finished dressing the wounds, there was a knock at the door. "Come in!" Raven stepped inside. "Northville Marshal,"...