Zayden blinked once. The window slid shut. And the office went back to its silent, predatory watch.
Mr. Banks nodded to Zayden.
Not of contracts. Of people.
And then Zayden would appear from the corner of the room. She'd place one cool hand on the client's forehead. Her golden eyes would flash. And the client would forget. The guilt, the thrill, the secret—gone, plucked from their mind like a mouse from a field. mr banks office demi hawks
He looked at Zayden, who had resumed her perch, her golden eyes already scanning for the next client. Zayden blinked once