Page 297 of Scars of Fate

“I don’t want us to pretend anymore,” he said.

“Neither do I.”

“When this is over…”

He hesitated.

The great Lucas Spencer.

The man who walked into gunfire without fear.

Suddenly uncertain.

“What?”

“I want you to come home with me.”

My heart stopped.

“For how long?”

His silver eyes held mine.

“As long as you’ll stay.”

Hope filled my chest.

Warm.

Terrifying.

“I don’t know what happens after this.”

“Neither do I.”

“You’ll still be part of the Brave.”

“Yes.”

“And I’ll still be a journalist.”

His arms tightened.

“We’ll talk about that.”

I narrowed my eyes.

“That sounded ominous.”

“I’m working on honesty.”

“You’re not working on subtlety.”

“I was never good at subtle.”

“No. You really weren’t.”

A siren sounded outside.