Danny exhaled sharply, shaking his head with something that wasn’t quite judgment but wasn’t far from understanding either. He twirled his glass between his fingers, watching the liquid swirl before glancing back at Maika with a smirk that didn’t quite chase away the sharpness in his eyes.
He leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head.
His voice was lighter, teasing even, but there was a genuine curiosity buried in there, an edge of someone who’d spent his life tangled in the same kind of choices.
Oh, love, if I stopped sharing drinks with killers, I’d be a bloody teetotaler by now.He took another sip, slower this time, his gaze steady on hers.
Fact is, most folk who’ve walked the rougher roads either did what they had to or didn’t live long enough to regret it. Sounds to me like you were the smart kind, not the sadistic kind. Big difference.
He leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head.
That said, good at it or not, you got out, yeah? That’s worth something. Not everyone does.His grin flickered, something unreadable beneath it before he pushed it aside with a tilt of his glass.
So, Maika, since we’re being all *honest and reflective* tonight—what was it, then? The moment you decided you were done with all that shite? Had enough of the blood and the mess? Or was it somethin’ else?
His voice was lighter, teasing even, but there was a genuine curiosity buried in there, an edge of someone who’d spent his life tangled in the same kind of choices.
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