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I’ve made so many mistakes.
Bish makes me want to make bad choices.
When I duck under his arm, he lets me escape.
Lending him a grip on my fraying threads stops him from picking the rest of me apart. I put the sofa between us for sanity. “How long is our flight?”
“Ten hours.” Bishop straightens his jacket, but there’s no hurry in the glide of his hands.
Wish I were that calm.
My fingers jitter until I jam them in my coat pockets. “That’s a long time.”
“Trouble flying?”
“I don’t know. I’ve only flown twice.”
Once, when I was sent to the OCC.
Once, after I was kidnapped away.
Guess which time was worse?
“We’re flying private.”
The lingering brush of his knuckles twists into a different touch—carpet scraping my cheek.
Tasting the ghost of rubber and wet grass, I hold back a gag. “Private isn’t better.”
“Should we cancel?” Bishop whips out his phone, ready to kill the whole plan if I say the word.
That’s why we can’t.
“We have to go.” I have to get ahead of Bridget before she unleashes her arsenal. Before Kairo comes after the pack for revenge.
Besides.
It’ll probably be fine?
“I’ll make sure you’re comfortable,” Bishop promises, swiping on his phone. “Let me take your passport photo.”
I stand against a white stretch of office wall, rumpled in sweats and alpha scents. Not very Serafina. “I should fix my makeup.”
“It’s for a fake.” Bish waves off my worries. “I’m bribing customs enough for you to get through on a photo of Dutch in a wig.”
Why didn’t we do that?
Would’ve saved two lethal trips to his office.
Just in case customs grows a conscience, I narrow my eyes to max their Redfang glint. Bish snaps a few pics, then returns to his desk.
“This is for you.” He pulls an unboxed phone from his drawer. “I’ve forwarded our updated contact cards.”
I almost drop the hardware at first swipe.
The contact names stab my secret teenage heart.
Jinnie
