AGENT GRAY
Chapter 51 — EXTRACT 1
—Yeah, I know what you’re thinking, she murmured, her voice low and roughened by fatigue. You’re thinking she’s gonna open that door, smile at you, and tell you you’re the best boy in the world, huh?
The dog’s tail swept the air again, faster this time, the thump of it against her leg echoing faintly in the hallway. Gray couldn’t help but laugh—the kind of laugh that felt half-breathed, half-remembered. It wasn’t loud, but it was warm, a small flicker of life cutting through the fog of a sleepless night. For a moment, it almost felt like she’d forgotten the weight she carried with her everywhere—the tension in her shoulders, the shadows under her eyes.
—Okay, but listen, she went on, holding up a hand as if she were making an official agreement. You’re not gonna jump, alright? No jumping. Her brows lifted, mock stern, though her mouth betrayed her with the ghost of another smile. We don’t jump on pretty ladies, remember? We only jump on bad guys.