Yuna was too excited to notice anything.
“I always wanted to ride this train,” she said while walking beside me. “Since I was little.”
Her voice carried that rare tone she didn’t show often.
Excitement.
“They say it’s the fastest train in Europe.”
I glanced over at her. “You’ve been talking for twenty minutes straight.”
She smirked. “And you’ve been quiet for ten minutes straight. What’s good? Are you even listening to me?”
“I’m listening.”
She tilted her head. “Are you?”
I smirked. “Always.”
The private escort led us through the platform and up into the train.
The inside was all soft leather seats. Polished wood tables. Large windows that stretched nearly from floor to ceiling.
Our cabin sat near the front of the train.
Tommy and the rest of the security team settled further down in the car, giving us space but staying close enough if anything went wrong.
The door closed behind us.
The train hummed softly as it began to move.
Yuna walked straight to the window.
The countryside started sliding past slowly as the train picked up speed.
She leaned closer to the glass.
“This is beautiful.”
I sat back in the seat across from her, watching her instead of the view.
She eventually turned and noticed my expression.
“You’re thinking about something.”
“Always.”
“What about?”
For a moment, I didn’t answer.
I leaned back in the seat.
“My grandfather gave me a kill list.”
Her head tilted slightly.
“A list?”
