I didn’t care anymore.
“They’ll kill you to get to me.”
Hersh stepped closer instead of backing away.
Of course he did.
“Flick—”
“I mean it!” My voice cracked painfully. “You don’t know these people. You don’t know what they do.”
His eyes locked on mine.
Steady.
Unshaken.
Then quietly?—
“You survived long enough to find your way back to me.”
My breath caught instantly.
Oh God.
“Hersh…”
He rested his forehead gently against mine.
And spoke the words that completely shattered whatever fear I still had left between us.
“I’m not letting anybody take you again.”
The tears came immediately.
Because he meant it.
Every impossible beautiful dangerous word.
Something inside me finally gave way then.
Not weakness.
Relief.
Pure overwhelming relief.
I grabbed the front of his shirt tightly and buried my face against his chest.
And Hersh held me like he planned to spend the rest of his life doing exactly that.
Behind us, Trigger pointed dramatically toward us while talking to Wolf.
“See? This is why unresolved feelings are hazardous to nationalsecurity.”
Wolf shoved him without even looking up from his phone.
Tate muttered, “I’m surrounded by lunatics.”
