Felicity looked down at the fries for a second before quietly taking one.
Something about watching that nearly wrecked me.
Because it was such a small thing.
Just fries.
But she looked like someone who’d forgotten people could take care of her.
Michael noticed too.
His expression tightened briefly before he looked at me. “Can I talk to you outside?”
“No.”
Felicity’s eyes lifted immediately.
Michael sighed heavily. “Blaze?—”
“She stays where I can see her.”
“I’m not a threat.”
“Wasn’t talking about you.”
Silence.
Trigger slowly moved toward the front windows again, giving us privacy while still keeping watch outside.
Felicity set the fry down carefully. “You don’thave to do this.”
I looked at her. “Yeah. I do.”
Her eyes searched mine like she was trying to understand something.
Or maybe remember something.
Hell if I knew anymore.
Michael rubbed his forehead. “The safest option is relocating her tonight.”
“No.”
Felicity’s voice came out sharper this time.
Stronger.
Good.
“I’m not leaving again.”
“Felicity—”
“No.” She stood fully now, exhaustion and anger finally mixing together. “I can’t keep living like this. I didn’t know this was going to happen when you all talked me into testifying against those killers. If I knew, I would have run the other way.”
Michael’s jaw tightened. “You think I enjoy watching this happen?”
“I think you’re asking me to disappear over and over again while the people hunting me keep getting closer.”
