@iomathis accepting memes
She stays silent for awhile, ruminating with her lids lowered, fixating on her glass of rosé. She was careful, a natural planner, and would have been more non-rebellious had she not ironically had to adhere to the rules of spies. No crowded places. Vary your pattern. Trust no one.
‘ People don’t come back from betrayals, Mathis. ‘ He should know, except that many of the betrayals he’s made must have ended in death on the other side. The gun lies between them, a beretta on its side pointed away as if it had been spun in a game of truth or dare.
The sound of a nide swirls over the trees and she instinctively turns toward the greenery, squinting to see if anyone was there.
‘ I can’t go back to him. ‘ Vesper leans forward, her dark blue eyes catching his gaze, almost pleading. ‘ – I can’t go. I can’t leave. I’m afraid of them – of what comes next. Whoever they are, they’ll know if I leave. They’ll watch you, Mathis, and you wouldn’t have known it. ‘