Ghost either felt like I was safe with Slade or could easily kill him if I needed to.
Neither made me feel better as I watched his body retreat deeper into the compound, leaving me with the devil himself.
I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to comfort Ghost or kill him. He knew my role today, and left out so many f*****g details, it makes me sick. But the words he filled my head with keep coming back to me. The apology in his eyes.
It dawned on me in that moment why he couldn’t bring anyone else to do this mission. He knew what could happen, and as much as I want to be pissed off; I’m flattered.
His respect for me as his mate finds equality for his respect for his position as an assassin.
“The collar is a nice touch,” Slade smirks, toying with the heart on the end. “Even my father does
