I punch him again. This time, the aim is to knock him out cold. Sure enough, he goes out like a light, his head cracking against the floor as his eyes roll back in his skull.
When he’s limp and unresisting, I hoist the man onto my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Wait! What are you doing?” the brunette asks urgently.
“Leaving.”
“You’re just going to leave us?” she asks.
I raise my eyebrows and resist the urge to look at Elyssa. The night we met was… unique.
But I’ve spent enough f*****g time thinking about it in the year that’s passed since then.
I let her distract me once before, and it cost me my best shot at Ozol. I won’t let her do it again. So, despite the fact that I’m aching to look at her one last time before I leave, I bury the desire underneath resolve. I focus on the re
