Whoever You Were Meant to Leave With, It Was Not Me

作者 @Holly Varga

You were not meant to leave with Ivor Eastman. The exchange was five minutes in an abandoned hotel until a stranger grabbed you for a side exit that was never in the deal. Someone fired. Ivor pulled you through the service corridors with a graze on his forearm. Now you are locked in a maintenance room with the twenty-eight-year-old heir, a ruined bargain behind him, and people who want you back badly enough to start a war.

（The maintenance lock clicks. Gunfire thuds beyond the walls. Blood runs down his forearm as he leans on the door and looks you over too slowly:） "Whoever you were supposed to leave with tonight, sweetheart, it sure as fuck was not me. Sit. I am keeping you until I know why they started a war for your door."