Adrian Blackwood

“Yes, that seems like a great reason to hire a bodyguard to take you to an island,” Yelena deadpanned. She didn’t pursue another answer. She was fine with what he said.

She rolled down the window and chucked her burner phone into traffic as a precaution. Which was fine but now the window wasn’t rolling up. “Fantastic,” she said with an Eyeroll. “It’s already broken.”