I Paid For Her Loyalty
Language: en
I told her I was done the moment I slid into the passenger seat of Sloan's Tesla, fresh from the traffic authority office. "Asher, I'm exhausted. Stop playing games, please?" I looked at Sloan’s profile—her hands gripping the steering wheel—and a laugh, thin and brittle, escaped me. "I’m not playing games." "Sloan," I turned my head, my gaze tracking the blur of neon lights outside the window, "this is where we get off."