Lagos
Even after we reach the apartment, I can’t bring myself to let go of Ness’s hand.
When I saw her standing there, right in front of Oscar while he was in the middle of a breakdown, I feared the worst. I barely managed to bring him home. He nearly killed Rata. In fact, I’m not even sure if the bastard survived. We left him in that filthy apartment, unconscious, his face a bloody mess. I would have given him the final shot myself if I hadn’t been too busy trying to restrain my friend.
I drop onto the couch, pulling Ness onto my lap. For some unknown reason, I feel the urge to bury my face in her neck. I inhale deeply, her scent—spicy and sweet at the same time—flooding my senses. I don’t know how long I stay like this, just breathing her in, trying to steady my racing heart. I feel h
