When Saul and Catalina’s voices leak from the ceiling speakers, Calanthe nestles into my side. “Didn’t think you wanted to get rid of me so fast.” It takes me a second to compute her inference. When I do, I release her hand and wrap both my arms around her. “I never want to be rid of you.” I pull her flush against me and kiss the crown of her head. “Never,” I repeat, praying the feeling is mutual.
