Only the Fury

I don't forgive. I've never had to. Until now.

I walk into her apartment with flowers and an apology I've been rehearsing for two days. The coffee is cold. Her chair is at the wrong angle. I know before I call it in.
Quinn didn't leave. Someone took her.
I've run missions where I controlled every variable. I can't control this.
Quinn Palmer was supposed to be one night. One exception. Instead, she became the person I built a life around, one careful compromise at a time.
Whoever has her wants mo...