Addison nodded. “That’s okay.”
“That your handiwork?” She pointed toward the motel room.
Addison nodded.
“She’s alive.”
She nodded again.
“You had the chance to kill her, but you didn’t.”
She shook her head slowly.
“How come?”
“I thought about it. I thought about it hard. Before I could decide, you guys threw a flashbang into the room.”
Connie shook her head. “You’d already decided. Otherwise she’d be dead.” Connie held her gaze, challenging her to argue.
“I didn’t want to give her any of my soul.”
“It was a good decision,” she said.
Addison held up her bound hands. “Can someone cut these off me?”
“Yeah. Hang on a sec.” She stopped one of the FBI agents and commandeered his multi-tool, using the saw blade to slice through the ropes.
“So…you work for the FBI?” Addison pulled her wrists apart and shook the remnants off.
Connie grinned and closed the tool. “Something like that.”
“Let me through! Let me through!”
They both looked over at the commotion, where three agents were trying to hold Devon back.
“Let him through!” Connie called. She turned back to Addison. “Have EMS look at your wrists before you leave. The FBI will want to debrief you, but I’ll work to make that happen quickly.”
Devon pushed past the agents and rushed to Addison as she stood up. He grasped her face and kissed her hard. “Fuck. I thought I lost you. I love you. I love you so much.”
Joy rushed through her heart in euphoric waves, but she couldn’t get the words out. She showed him the only way she could in that moment—by trusting him with her heart. She wrapped her arms tight around him, buried her face in his chest, and cried.
