Vischa’s battered car screeched to a stop on a tree-lined road, the vehicle barely holding itself together. With dents across the body and bullet holes riddling the frame, it was practically useless now. She shoved the stubborn door open and stepped out, exhaling sharply.
“What’s the plan now?” Killian asked, knowing full well she had nowhere to go back to.
“Anywhere, as long as I don’t have to deal with stubborn fools like you,” she shot back.
“And they’ll kill you for it,” Killian pointed out. “You couldn’t bring yourself to kill me like they ordered, so you’re a loose end. If you really wanna walk away, at least give me something, tell me about the hardware and why they want it so damn bad.” His tone wasn’t demanding, but there was an expectation lingering in the air. “Besides, th
