The ride back to the safe house was nothing like the first. I held Ghost in a grip that wouldn’t allow me to fall off, but nothing more.
Nothing was said once we pulled away, despite the banter we’d fallen into prior.
The bike’s engine echoed through the small garage before the two of us slipped our helmets off. Ghost glanced up at me, “Take that s**t off and get a shower. We’ll head back in the morning.”
For once, I was void of a snarky come back. My mind was racing with a million questions that I’m not sure I’ll ever have answered, but I won’t hesitate to scrub the grime of the day off.
The scent of rogue clings heavily to my skin along with the never-ending loop of feelings that came from this mission. My skin feels grimy, dirtied, and disgusting.
Removing the wig felt like hea
