"Five minutes." My voice is clipped and cold. "Pack your essentials only. We leave in five."
Katherine's staring at the white rose on her dresser, and at the photograph of us sleeping when she was vulnerable. Unaware that a killer stood in our bedroom watching us.
"Tony-"
"Now, Katherine." I'm already moving, pulling go-bags from the closet I prepared months ago. Weapons, cash, fake IDs, burner phones. Everything needed to disappear. "We don't have time to discuss this."
"Don't use that tone with me." Her voice has an edge now. "I'm not one of your men."
"If you were, you'd already be packed." I hand her a bag. "Your clothes, documents. Anything you think is irreplaceable. Five minutes."
I see the hurt flash across her face before she masks it, but there's no time for feelings. Vincent was in our bedroom and could have slit our throats while we slept. The fact that he didn't means he has something worse planned.
