Chapter Eighteen
We feast on cheeses and fruit, not quite acknowledging the buildings that peak around us like mountains. She trusted me enough to stay on the roof, and for now that will be enough.
The sun sets in a glory of golden blue while she sips champagne, her gaze studiously on my own. I fill my own glass and take a drink, because I need the courage more than her. She’s already the bravest woman I know. I’m the one wondering how I care about her so much after so little time. Wondering what I’ll do when she’s done with me.
I may have decided not to use her for revenge, tonight, but that does not mean I’ll ask no questions. In fact I’m brimming with questions. Running over with them. I set the glass down carefully, wondering how much to ask. Needing to know the answers.
“Will you
