Fang 18

Fang

Watching Gypsy, the way she moved her fingers over The Judge’s wound, was mesmerising. There was no doubt, absolutely none in my mind, that she had done it before. For all of her hippy skirts and sharp little tongue, Gypsy had a past I knew nothing about. The way she tended The Judge just went to prove that fact.

“What do we actually know about her?” I whispered to Hansel who had stepped up to the bar by my side. I didn't look at him though. I couldn't drag my eyes away from Gypsy, her bottom lip between her teeth as she concentrated on sewing up the gunshot in front of her.

“Nothing, a shell company was the one who bought the bar. I didn’t even see her name anywhere on the paperwork.”

He was staring at her the same way I was. With new interest.

“She seems awfully at ease doing that,” he added thoughtfully.

Yeah, I couldn't agree more. She did seem at ease. More comfortable around blood than she did behind the bar if that was possible. “Yeah, she does,” I admitted. “Do you wan