"Thank you," I say. "As soon as I hear something, I'll let you know."
Callum tilts his head. "How long does your contact usually take?"
"Depends. It's afternoon there now. Maybe a day or two at most."
"Alright, keep us updated."
He crosses to the intercom on a small table and presses a button.
"Gerald, give Keira and Octavian the keys to the black Audi."
Then Callum turns back to me, his expression unreadable.
"Keep her safe."
I nod.
"I will."
Keira stands, setting the iPad on the couch cushion. She doesn't look at me as she moves toward the door, her shoulders tense, her jaw tight.
I follow a few steps behind, giving her space.
My body aches, shoulder throbbing with every heartbeat, wrists burning, legs unsteady, but none of it matters now that I am with her.
We step into the quiet corridor, the sound of our footsteps muffled by the thick carpet.
Keira stops and turns, her green eyes locking onto mine.
"Don't make me regret this."
I swallow hard, my throat tight.
"I won't."
She holds my gaze for a long moment.
Then she turns and keeps walking.
I follow her into the night, knowing I've been given a second chance I don't deserve, and I'll spend the rest of my life burning every shadow between us to prove I'm worth it.
No matter what it takes.
43
KEIRA
When we get back to my house, I give Octavian everything I can, and he sends it to his contact, who'll get back to us within 24 hours. I think he might've paid extra for it, but he didn't seem to care about the cost.
He then showers and changes, and now we're sitting in my kitchen, neither of us ready to rest.
"Do you want something to drink?" I ask, my voice breaking the stillness. "Given that it's about 5 a.m., water or coffee, maybe, since I know you like to drink it early, but after everything, I feel we need something more."
He nods.
I stand and walk over to my bar cart, looking over my options.
"Whiskey or wine?" I ask, glancing back at him.
