"Don't touch me," Bisma said quietly.
The three words hung in the freezing air, sharper and far more lethal than any bullet fired in the snow.
Meira collapsed onto her knees on the icy roof deck, her hands hovering inches above his boots, completely frozen. Her breath hitched in her throat as tears welled up in her eyes, spilling hot over her frozen, red-streaked cheeks. The wind howled wildly across the gap between the two buildings, whipping her hair across her face, but she felt entirely numb to the biting cold. All she could see was Bisma standing above her, his shadow tall, dark, and utterly devoid of the warmth that had once sustained her.
Bisma didn't move. His gloved hand gripped the water-damaged, torn folder containing the betrayal dossier. His eyes remained locked on the b
