Not where have you been.
Not why didn’t you come back.
Not did you ever think of me.
What do you have?
“Enough to get us both killed.”
Something changes in his face then.
Not much.
Just enough.
“Then you’re coming with me.”
I actually do laugh at that.
Soft. Bitter. Tired.
“You always did love giving orders.”
“And you always did hate listening.”
Footsteps sound behind me.
Fast.
Too many.
Damn it.
Ethan hears them too. Of course he does.
His weapon is out instantly.
“Company?”
I don’t look back.
“Several.”
His gaze cuts to mine.
“Are they yours?”
“Do I look stupid?”
“No,” he says. “Just impossible.”
That almost sounds familiar enough to hurt.
The first shot cracks through the dark.
Glass shatters somewhere behind us.
The second hits the railing inches from my arm.
