The safe house was too quiet. The kind of quiet that made every small sound feel like a warning.
I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Kai sleep. His chest rose and fell in slow, painful movements. The doctor had finally left us alone after stitching him up again, but the silence in the room was heavier than any gunshot. I brushed the damp hair from his forehead, my fingers lingering on his skin. Even now, after everything, touching him still felt like the only real thing I had left.
His eyes opened slowly. Those steel-grey eyes that used to make my stomach flip. Now they just looked exhausted… and something else. Distant.
“You’re still here,” he rasped.
Of course I’m still here, I thought. Where else would I be after watching you almost die for me on that bridge?
“Where else would I
