The pendant pulsed.
Not cold. Not warm. Something else entirely.
Three hundred miles away, Natalia Kuzmina was listening to every word. Feeling every emotion that crossed my heart. And for the first time since this whole disaster started, the pendant felt almost approving.
Like maybe, just maybe, she was starting to understand why I couldn't resist collecting broken beautiful women who refused to back down from impossible fights.
"Fine," I said. "But we do this carefully. No unnecessary risks."
"Define unnecessary."
"Anything that could get you hurt, killed, or disappeared by the VHC's black ops division."
"So basically everything fun." She grinned. "I accept your terms."
