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I stumbled to my feet and pointed it at his chest. “Who are you?”

“No one.” He stepped back, his hands raised.

I squeezed the trigger, firing a bullet in the doorframe, making him yelp. “Don’t think you can outrun a gun, because I’ll shoot you in the head if you make me chase you down the hallway naked.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “Don’t shoot me. I had nothing to do with this.”

“Get inside.”

He took a step toward me, his hands raised.

“Who sent you?” I asked.

“No one.” The door clicked shut behind the man, making him flinch. “This was supposed to be a robbery, and I got paid by a man in the pub to play lookout.”

“Who?”

He turned to the corner of the room, where Griff’s wolf now rose from an unmoving black lupine. “Him, I suppose. He said you had something valuable. I didn’t know anything about the gun.”

My eyes narrowed. Malachi probably wouldn’t keep someone so weaselly in his inner circle, nor would he want any of them to think he couldn’t face Griff in a fair fight. Expo