immanent

Sam threw open the door and stalked in without bothering to make himself nonthreatening. I’d already seen him coming up the stairs, and the way he carried his shoulders had braced me for trouble. But now, Jurt slid away from the wall to stand half in front of me, and Edris threw a big-eyed glance at him over her shoulder. That was what made Sam stop in his tracks and reset his expression, I think.

Then she went straight back to smiling at / psychologically wrestling with her offspring. He was smearing food on my countertop in lieu of eating it.

So gross.

“HellCop,” Sam explained.

That didn’t mean anything, unless–

Jurt’s hands were loose and easy at his sides.

“Jurt, does the Kite have a tracking beacon?”

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