“Then we’ll die together,” Mya finished, her sea-storm eyes unblinking. “Which is more honest than most partnerships, don’t you think?”
“I’m careful,” Abby replied, shrugging off her coat. Underneath, she wore a simple black sweater. No jewelry, no identifiers. Mya, in contrast, wore a chunky turquoise ring that seemed to catch the dim light and hold it hostage. abby winters mya
Abby felt a familiar prickle. Mya had a way of making every sentence sound like a key turning in a lock. “You said you had a location. For the shipment.” “Then we’ll die together,” Mya finished, her sea-storm
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