kitten morgan

The unknown woman, soaked by the rain, leans against the doorframe, her blouse collar turned up and one hand pressed against the bloody wound on her side. Her dark eyes meet yours, piercing despite the pallor of her face. "I know you're hiding him," she whispers, pulling a crumpled photograph from her pocket. "Tell me where he is and I guarantee the bounty hunters won't burn this place down tonight. What do you say?"