Chapter 17

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Violet

"Eyes on the target. Do not take your eyes off the target."

"If I take my eyes off the target, do I get?—"

"Don't try me, woman."

I grin as I pull the trigger.

Boom.

Boom.

Boom.

Three perfect shots right where I aimed.

Yes.

I feel his heat behind me before I see him, warm hands on my hips. I close my eyes when he kisses my cheek.

"I've never seen anyone learn how to hit a mark so quickly."

Oh yeah? I want to ask him. What do you call this?

I haven't returned to my apartment. I'm here for a reason, and I'm not leaving now until I've fulfilled my job. Until my mission's complete.

At least that's what I tell myself.

I feel the cool of his dog tags on my neck, and mentally imagine they kiss my scars. I'm feeling a bit sentimental today.

Skylar's home safe, and Cain has his answers.

Now it's my turn.

Unearthing who he is—who I am—is as much a mystery as finding Skylar's kidnapper.

"Eyes on the target, baby," he repeats. His much larger hands cover mine.

We stand as one.

We breathe as one.

Pull the trigger as one.

The blast of the gun reverberates through me, but we brace for the kickback together.

We shoot a perfect bullseye.