C22 Barrack

"His name's Arlo."

The warehouse had never felt so hauntingly quiet as it did when Gigi spoke.

The others were observant, listening to every word as if they carried a hidden meaning. But Gigi looked inattentive, twisting her brunette waves around spindly fingers and adding ever so cavalierly, "He can sniff us out—Wickeds, I mean. Like a hound dog