“So what are you going to do about Ciara?” Ryder asked.
The question lingered in the air for a moment. Ghost scratched his jaw as he pondered on it. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it, in fact, he had. It was all he thought about. Ciara. She was on his mind all the time, even now more than ever.
Ryder watched him expectantly, waiting for an answer.
Ghost exhaled, “I can’t quite explain what I feel for her. Ciara. It’s powerful, consuming. She’s all I think of, every day, even when I want to be mad at her...” his thoughts wandered to the time she attacked Scar, “Times where I wanted to flip on her, ordinarily I would have, I should have, yet I can’t.” He stared off into the distance, a small smile on his lips as he pictured her face.
Ryder nodded in understanding.
“It’s maddenin
