The apartment settled into quiet after they disconnected. Fallon stood in the kitchen and let the silence fill the space where Cassandra’s voice had been. The refrigerator hummed. A siren passed somewhere distant and faded.
She crossed to the counter and looked at the money clip. It was made of gold and covered in diamonds in the shape of the target’s last name. Gaudy as hell, but it would be part of the overall pot that fetched a ton of money for his victims.
She picked up Isaac’s watch.
Not flashy, not ostentatious. Solid. The leather band was worn soft at the buckle hole he used most. She turned it over. No engraving on the back. No inscription. Just a watch that told time and did its job and asked nothing of the person wearing it.
She set it back on the table. It had been so stupid to take it. So dangerous. But she hadn’t been able to help herself. Not just because of him talking trash about her abilities, but because… she’d wanted the connection.
His look at her right before she’d disappeared out the door? He’d wanted it, too.
So, yeah. She was staying. She was adapting. She was not running.
And somewhere in this city, a man with an empty wrist knew what she was and had let her walk away.
