“Right!” the blond said. “Intros. I’m Aiden. That handsome fella hiding in the corner there is my brother, Bryce. And the people who almost killed you back in ‘Frisco said your name was Sinna. That right?”
With her mind struggling to catch up with the fact she was unharmed, Sinna frowned. “What?”
The blond patiently pointed to himself. “Ai-den,” he enunciated, then pointed behind him. “Bryce.” Then he pointed to her and raised an eyebrow in question.
Sinna shook her head. “Uh, I don’t…umm…Sinna?”
His other eyebrow went up. “Are you asking me, or telling me?”
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