Sara pulled the cotton tank top down over the freshly mended scars along her back. Her head turned slightly at the shadowy figure calling out to her. Her fingers instinctively reached out for the short dagger sheathed in her boot. Pivoting on her heels, she’d locked eyes with the stranger. “Who are you?”
Cisco raised his hands as a sign of good will. “Someone who is very confused. The lines have been blurred between good and bad, and I don’t know where I stand anymore. You need to look out for those you love, especially those who can’t love themselves.” He watched for any sign of hostility, and sign that she might throw something unexpected at him.
Cisco backup 