“I have work,” I say.
“But after that.”
“We’ll see.” Harper Black wouldn’t be able to keep me out, if I decide to come back.
I watch V in my rear mirror, witnessing me leave. She may belong to me, but owning something isn’t the same as keeping.
She will come back to me after she does this.
Or I’ll find her and help her do it.
One way or the other…
V will slay her demon.
As I pull out of the driveway, an unknown number pings up on my phone.
We know you have her. Let’s meet.