Epilogue.
Five years later.
Killian.
Igor sits next to me, paints in his hands before silently passing them to me. I nod in his direction, wipe the hair falling in my face with my arm and continue working on the surfboard in front of me.
The soft, almost rhythmic sound of the waves crashing on the sand is soothing, the sun biting a little harder than it has the last few days. Summer is already creeping in, which means there will be more work. I'm not excited about that part, however, it's the first summer we'll be spending with my Vasilisa, so that has Katarina and I especially excited.
"Iñaki and Esteban are out of jail."
I stop the brush on the wood, Igor's words fill me with surprise and disbelief.
"So fast?"
"Good behavior" the older man answers me, "besides, I may have pulle
