Rotta studied the man's face hard. Max was her partner in crime and her sometimes lover. He grew up on the streets with her and was everything a man of the streets could be, ruthless, brutal, strong, cunning and alternately stupid. Her eyes narrowed. If he was lying, if the so called Wardex returned, she'd slit Max's throat herself. In the meantime, she had other uses for Max. She smiled and the robe slipped to the floor. She took a great deal of satisfaction in Max's reaction. "Well then, dead is dead she purred. "Spread the fur out Max, and let's give it some new memories.
