Leo's POV
Long after The Broker and Marcus vanished into the darkness, the quiet in the alley stretched between us. Though my mind flew, I couldn't get rid of the sense that this was not a triumph. Not one of us has won. Even that felt like a transient, delicate thing; we had hardly escaped with our lives.
Becky stood next to me; her face was blank, but I could feel the anxiety coming from her. Knowing what she was thinking—that she was digesting Marcus's betrayal, The Broker's threats, and the fresh hazardous twist we had discovered—helps one understand. But she also had something more in her eyes, something that tightened my chest.
She was beginning to challenge all that. And I couldn't start to blame her.
I stretched forward and lightly rested a hand on her shoulder. "You are back
