And I know it.
I look at the agent.
“Fine,” I say.
His brow lifts slightly.
“But you don’t lead,” I add.
That lands.
Hard.
“You follow my rules,” I continue. “You don’t touch her. You don’t come back here without me. And if I think for one second you’re playing me—”
I let the threat hang.
Don’t need to finish it.
He understands.
After a long beat—
He nods.
“Deal.”
I don’t trust it.
Not even a little.
But I accept it.
Because sometimes?
You fight fire with fire.
I turn back to Aspen.
One last time.
Her eyes are on me.
Holding on.
Letting go.
All at once.
“I’ll be back,” I tell her.
She nods.
“I know.”
And that?
That almost breaks me.