“You can take it from here, bro,” I say, handing him the detonator.
Cillian accepts it and gives me a satisfied nod. Then he and Artem take charge. “All you motherfuckers put down your guns…”
I don’t care about the aftermath. The only thing I care about is the woman between my arms. I grip Renata’s face as I look down at her. “How are you feeling?”
“Shaky,” she admits. “Thank you.”
I frown. “For what?”
“For reminding me that I’m not powerless.”
“You never were,” I say, touching the scar she’d given me the first time we’d met. “You were always in control.”