Chapter 117 Katerina

• THE SUN IS SETTING when he leaves. Our goodbye is brief, too brief, both of us lingering by the front door as he checks his guns under his jacket. He's counting bullets. Dutifully making sure the safety is on and that his weapons are where he wants them in easy reach. He flips them out multiple times, testing his speed before holstering again. Meticulous to his core.
• Sasha is going to save my mother. Last time he tried, he came back injured.
• This time he could come back in a casket.