Afterwards, we lie tangled together on the cold floor. His head on my chest, my fingers in his hair; both trying to catch our breath.
Reality slowly seeped back in.
"This doesn't solve our problem," I say quietly.
"I know." His arm tightens around me.
"We can't keep doing this. Pushing away, then coming together, then pushing away again. It's destroying us both."
"I know."
"So what do we do?"
Long silence. "I don't know."
I wait to give him time to think and process.
"These three weeks," he finally says, "I've been hunting Commission remnants. Seven targets eliminated. All connected to Marie, Vincent, and Margaret's network."
"Seven people dead."
"Seven threats neutralized." There was no remorse in his voice. "But Katherine, there are more. Always will be. You kill seven, ten more appear. Former associates seeking revenge, new players wanting to build a reputation by taking us down. It never ends."
