Careless.
Ares looked at me once.
We followed the sound.
Bedroom door half open.
Ares pushed it.
Inside, Vale was fucking Lyric.
They never even saw us.
Ares moved first.
One shot.
Clean.
Lyric dropped backward on the headboard before the sound of the gun fully echoed.
Vale barely had time to get out the bed.
I fired once.
And again.
His body slumped across the bed beside her.
We stood there for a second.
Just confirming it was done.
We turned and left the same way we came.
Fast.
Back in the car, the city looked the same as it always did.
Like nothing had happened.
I looked over at Ares.
He was calm again.
Like the storm had already passed through him.
Lyric wasn’t supposed to be part of the problem.
But the second she chose sides, she made herself one.
We drove for a few minutes before I spoke.
“You flying back to France?”
“Yeah.”
He stared out the windshield.
