KIRA’S POV
“Black, then. You have ten minutes,” he said, glancing at his black watch before walking back into the closet. I followed behind him.
“Why do I have to wear a blue dress?” I asked, not asking the bigger question—why I had to follow him on this death lunch, why he was willingly sitting down with a man who wanted to kill him, and how he could be so sure that said man wasn't going to try and finish the job and kill me too for the fun of it. My mind reeled with unanswered questions, I already knew he wouldn’t answer.
“It’s his favorite color.”
I scoffed. “And why exactly do I have to wear his favorite color? Are you trying to pimp me out to him?”
“I doubt you're his type, now as much as I would love to get into back-and-forth questions with you, I just took a a medically insane
