He sat behind his desk and motioned me to a side chair.
I asked, just as a stocky bearded man dressed in a brown religious smock came out of a side door.
He waved me to a side chair, closed the door and plopped down in his desk chair.
While he stood in Dusty's corner, she wasn't convinced he'd chosen a side.
As much as it didn't make sense, as much as his day job terrified her … She wanted Darkyn, more so now that she knew he had a side – however tiny – that was capable of caring for her and only her.