Amara's POV
After walking out of the police station, I set up dinner with Digby. We grabbed a private room at some restaurant downtown.
Digby watched me for a bit, then broke into this weird grin. "Something's different about you this time."
"Yeah?" I glanced up from my menu. "How so?"
He paused, thinking it over. "Your temper's... improved."
That made me arch an eyebrow. "You mean I haven't been going around murdering people lately, right?"
"I never said that." But hell, that's exactly what was running through his mind.
At last night's party, he genuinely thought I might beat Garrett to death right there on the spot. For those few minutes, Digby was already mapping out our escape routes.
I could read him like a damn book. "Relax. I know what I'm doing. Obsidian's just muscle for hire - basically a weapon with legs. Someone pays for a hit, he takes the cash and kills. What's the point in wasting him? I called you here to talk about taking down Marblearch."
