บท 61: Chapter 61

It had only taken a moment for Shanna to become a friend he would die for. Watching the figures below, all he wanted was to join them. He wanted to see them every day, see what they could build between the three of them. He wanted to kiss them breathless and fuck them senseless. Spoil them rotten and see to it they never again had to fear being torn apart. Join them in wandering the world, and return home to rest a time before venturing out again.

He wanted to be good to them, and for them, and that wasn't something a professional killer—even a retired one—was meant to do. He was good for making corpses, and ensuring people did whatever it took to avoid becoming one.

Tishasanti wasn't often right, but he was right about that. Nobody wanted to cozy up to a killer any more than they wanted to cozy up to a bully. The one thing he and Tishasanti had always hated most about each other was that they were two sides of a mirror.