"Sonya Cross?" he asked, his deep voice a stark contrast to the evening's calm.
As he turned a corner, he spotted her. Sonya Cross stood by the local sheriff's office, her arms crossed, eyes fixed on a corkboard filled with crime scene photos and timelines. Her dark hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, revealing a determined look that Roland found immediately captivating. loland sonya fix
She turned, her eyes narrowing as she took in the tall, imposing figure clad in worn leather and carrying an array of guns. For a moment, they simply looked at each other, sizing each other up. "Sonya Cross