The once-bright moon was now hidden behind thick clouds, casting a heavy, suffocating gloom over the capital.
Tristan and Megan hurried out of the convention center.
A sleek black Maybach idled at the curb, where Mr. Brown stepped out and opened the door with a respectful nod.
Just as Megan was about to get in, Tristan slid his arm around her waist, pulled her close, and kissed her passionately.
He leaned in, voice low next to her ear. "There's a secret compartment under the front passenger seat. Full of different handguns. I'll show you how to use them now."
Megan met his gaze, calm and steady. "I already know."
That caught him off guard. The woman in his arms grew more mysterious by the second—like a puzzle he desperately wanted to solve, piece by piece.
A grin tug
