It seemed to loom over the whole island, and she wasn’t sure there was anywhere you couldn’t see it from. “Away.” ”Not really,” she admitted. “Just out, I guess.” She glanced up over her shoulder, where the word GeneCo blazed in neon up at the top of headquarters. No guards, no waiting cars that he could see. Out of line of sight to the security cameras, even. Making a point of looking around, noting the lack of anyone else around them. “Could say the same.” He mused, brow raising slightly. So, whatever she was doing, he had to wager wasn’t on the agenda of the company. What was interesting now, was how she was out and about – and so late, without any of the regular goons he’d often seen flanking Amber, or even Rotti. Trading in one prison for another, if you asked him. That was an awfully tall tower she now resided in. Honestly, he hadn’t thought he’d ever see her again either. Straightening back up, his eyes drank in the sight of her before him.

Whatever that subtle little part of Shilo that had trusted him in the beginning, no matter how much trouble he had caused her, was still there. Part of him was a little surprised she chose to talk to him – a bigger part was relieved.

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