LEIGH
I was done playing games.
Somewhere between carrying pig blood across a compound and watching a stranger hang in a net that was meant for me, something in my chest quietly gave up. The part of me that wanted to fight Garrick on his own terms, make him feel everything he'd done, watch him squirm — that part was just tired. I wanted out. I wanted to find somewhere that didn't smell like motor oil and old resentment and never look back.
The plan was simple. Yelena would go to the site early and move around enough that anyone watching would assume we were both there. I would siphon whoever was guarding the east entrance — just enough to make them step aside without hurting them — and walk. No dramatics, no confrontation, no last words to anyone. Just gone.
I packed light because I h
