"Not if you're going to wear her skull in your hair." Ronan's voice was sharp but his feelings were more indifferent than his tone suggested. As long as she didn't kill his bird, Chainsaw could do what she wanted.

In truth, his attention was still directed at poor Walter. The change in its posture did not escape notice. If the communication to the guy's soul worked like a phone, then what the hell was going on with his body?

Ronan nudged Chainsaw before he got absorbed in his thoughts. "If she bites, bite back," he said to his raven.

Chainsaw's sense of self-preservation was about as low as her creator's because she ignored the warning that was the bird skull and hopped over to Letha. Ronan then switched his attention Letha, watching her like a predator waiting to pounce at the slightest misstep.

"Does Walter give two shits that he's being used as a henchman or only half a shit?"