Page 122 of Eternal
And maybe that’s why I shouldn’t be thinking about her now, shouldn’t be hesitating, shouldn’t be gripping the edge of this desk like my own thoughts might tear me apart. Because Voron would’ve never let herself be distracted because of some weird thoughts of us talking and eating again or of me braiding her hair again. Cause I do have these thoughts and fuck I don’t get what they mean.
Finish the fucking report.
I exhale, drag my fingers over the keyboard. This is routine. This is what I do.
REPORT – WEEK 10
SUBJECT:Voron
LOCATION: Still operating in Vegas. No notable movement outside of routine patterns apart from some enforcers missions on the outskirt of the city.
ACTIVITY:The target remains highly skilled and elusive. Continues to operate at an exceptional level despite prior injury. Minimal signs of weakness, almost none. Engaged in a recent mission eliminating Donovan Atler. Method: Knife and bullets involved. Remains undetected.
THREAT ASSESSMENT: High. The target is lethal, independent, and well-connected. Bratva affiliation remains strong. No indications of betrayal or fracture within the organization apart from Lev.
The cursor blinks at me.
I should write more. I should tell them she’s still healing, that she isn’t as untouchable as she seems. That if they want to eliminate her, now is the time. I’d need a signal, and I’d do it.
That I spend time with her. Braid her hair and talk. That we text a lot, and I like it.
I don’t.
I can’t. I don’t want to right now. Instead, I deleted the section entirely.
And before I can stop myself, I pick up my phone.
Me
You hungry, partner?
Partner
Why? Are you buying?
Me
Maybe.
Partner
Depends, then.
Me
I’ll pick you up in a few. Be ready.
A pause. Three dots.
Partner
Okay but don’t be late.
Me
I know you miss me but keep it up until I arrive, you’ll hug me then.
Partner
