Well, it seemed as my days as a data analyst were long behind me, it seemed feeding random people’s cats and baking cookies for work colleagues was too.
What wasn’t behind me, however, was getting snatched by the mob or finding myself tied to yet another chair.
But this time the mob had made a big mistake, because this time they weren’t the scariest ones out there.
No, but I knew who was.
The one who had claimed me.
The one who wanted me back.
The one who was now out for blood.
A Siren’s Enforcer.
