Darius's hand stopped halfway to his coffee.
I pushed on before he could speak. "We agreed. I leave this morning. You take down every camera you put in my apartment before Ronald gets back. Then you, and your brothers, and the entire Voss family walk out of my life."
"Kate."
"Don't."
"I wasn't going to say anything."
"You were."
"I was going to say we can leave at nine instead of eight forty seven. Let the downtown elevators wait ten extra minutes."
I exhaled. The relief of arguing with him over something so small was so disproportionate it embarrassed me.
By nine sharp Darius was on his feet, coat in one hand, my suitcase in the other.
Traffic was lighter at that hour, exactly like he said it would be. On his phone, the feed showed Ronald's car had pulled out of the garage thirty
