Epilogue.
Five years later.
Killian.
Igor sits down beside me, the paints in his hands, before passing them to me in silence. I nod in his direction, push aside the hair falling over my face with my arm, and continue working on the surfboard in front of me.
The soft, almost rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the sand is relaxing; the sun stings a little harder than it has these past few days. Summer is already settling in, which means more work. I’m not thrilled about that part; however, it’s the first summer we’ll spend with my Vasilisa, and that has Katarina and me especially excited.
“Iñaki and Esteban got out of prison.”
I stop the brush over the wood; Igor’s words fill me with surprise and disbelief.
“So soon?”
“Good behavior,” the older man replies. “And I may have
