Vega

She's sitting there, casually reading the news with a cup of coffee in her hand, as if she didn't just kill someone.

"Are you going to stand there all day, Vega?" she asks without turning to look at me.

My pulse thrums in my ears. I clutch the poker a little tighter, clinging to my only defense against a lackadaisical murderer.

She raises her palm toward me and flicks her wrist. The poker shoots forward, yanking me along with it before it flies out of my hand and into hers. My stomach drops an...