Chapter 4 · free to read
Night runs were a game they both knew the rules of. She had never once gone in daylight.
Protocol said call it in. Protocol had a name and a number and four hundred jobs behind it.
Eleven years of orders, and the first one she ever broke was a phone call she simply didn't make.
For two years somebody had always known where she was. It took a leash choosing her for her to feel the difference.
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