Abby Winters Mya New! -

“Then we’ll die together,” Mya finished, her sea-storm eyes unblinking. “Which is more honest than most partnerships, don’t you think?”

Abby pocketed the napkin. Outside, the rain had stopped, leaving the streets slick and shining like oil. She stood, pulling her coat back on. Mya remained seated, her tea untouched. abby winters mya

Now, this. A face-to-face in a place with too many windows and only one exit. “Then we’ll die together,” Mya finished, her sea-storm

Abby felt a familiar prickle. Mya had a way of making every sentence sound like a key turning in a lock. “You said you had a location. For the shipment.” She stood, pulling her coat back on

“I’m careful,” Abby replied, shrugging off her coat. Underneath, she wore a simple black sweater. No jewelry, no identifiers. Mya, in contrast, wore a chunky turquoise ring that seemed to catch the dim light and hold it hostage.

The air left the room. Prague. A safehouse fire. A partner she still saw in nightmares. “You’re lying.”