We pull away without a shot being fired. I watch Nat and Kage receding in the side mirror and wonder how this tale of friends, lovers, and enemies will play out without one of us eventually getting hurt.
Honestly, I don’t think it’s possible.
In a story as twisted as ours, someone always dies in the end.
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n the ride to the airport, neither of us speaks. I watch her from the corner of my eye as she looks out the window at the city lights passing by, but I don’t press her to talk. She’s in her head, working on knots. I know better than to interrupt her.
The moment we’re in the cabin of my jet, I pull her into my arms and kiss her deeply.
She responds by making a small sound of relief and sagging against me, as if her knees are giving out.
I fist a hand in her hair. She cl
