Kit made a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat, not liking the reminder of just how close Belladonna had gotten to her under his watch. It was one thing to inadvertently work for her because of a job, but it was a different matter altogether when she could get to you outside of it.

But despite his unhappiness, Luna smiled at him.

He might not have liked the woman—or rather, he didn’t trust her motivations, no matter how morally ambiguous they were—but she couldn’t say that she didn’t.

Belladonna was … different.

While she had never confessed it to Kit, Luna found the woman to be rather interesting. Maybe she would have felt differently if she was trying to actively destroy Uilleam or hurt him, but from what she could tell, Belladonna was merely playing the same game as him—using his own moves against him.

If anything, she was curious how this would all end between the pair of them, and if it ever would.

“Obviously, if she wanted to hurt me, she’s had plenty of opportunity,” Luna reminded him, hoping to smooth away the notch between his brows. “Her beef is with Uilleam.”

“Somehow, any problem of his becomes a problem of anyone close to him. We need to take the necessary precautions.”

“If you say so.”

His eyes narrowed on her, but despite his attempt to look threatening, she wasn’t moved. “Surely, you take issue with someone kidnapping you.”

“Your brother did it first, remember?”

That only made his frown deepen. “Are you trying to annoy me?”

“Depends. Is it working?”

Dr. Marie regarded them with veiled amusement, a stark difference from the last time they were in her office.

Luna had always thought the look of indifference was just her permanent expression, one that was meant to stay neutral over the course of the session, but as their time passed today, she had frowned along with them, and even smiled when they did.

There was no denying that everything had changed since the last time they were here. The future had been in question, and Luna hadn’t been able to see an out from the hole they’d dug.

But now? Now, things were different.

There were no more secrets.

Nothing left to divide them.

Dr. Marie clicked her pen, setting it between the pages of her notebook before closing it. “So, where do you see yourselves going from here?”

“Vacation,” Luna said immediately.

While her contract with the Den might not have been up, Kit had convinced—rather forcefully told—Uilleam to give her two weeks leave.

It was the least she deserved, he’d said.

Kit nodded. “After a few last-minute details.”

And by last-minute details, he meant Fang and The Wild Bunch.

While the others were back home, Fang was still missing, and despite the worry Kit felt for him, he hadn’t tried to find him just yet—he deserved to grieve.

If Luna had to guess, Tăcut knew where he was, but she doubted they would get anything out of him. Of all of them, he was the most trusted with Fang’s secrets. So until he wanted to be found, there was nothing to be done.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Dr. Marie said. Covertly glancing over at the clock hanging on the wall, she gave a slight nod of her head. “That concludes our session.”

As Luna stood, she wondered whether they would ever end up back here. In their time there, there had been no stone left unturned, no secrets left unshared, and by the end of it, she felt closer to him than she ever had.

But she would never rule it out.

“What are these last minute details you were talking about?” Luna asked once they were out of the office and riding the elevator down to the lobby.

“Uilleam wants to use The Wild Bunch for an assignment,” he explained.

Luna looked at him in surprise. “Is that a good idea?”

“To him, all of his ideas are good, but whether or not this will work out in his favor, we’ll just have to see. Fang and the others won’t do well taking orders from him.”

She wondered whether Kit planned to talk him out of it. Then she wondered what job he could possibly want The Wild Bunch to do for him that he couldn’t bring to the Den.

But, it wasn’t her problem to solve.

“Your phone,” Kit said,holding his hand out as they exited the front doors of the building, his car already waiting.

Luna merely looked at him in amusement until she realized he had no intention of letting her in without having it.

“Is this about Agustín?” she asked playfully, “because I promise that I haven’t responded to any of his texts.”

“I’m dangerously close to putting you over my knee.”

She laughed, dropping her phone into his waiting palm. “Is that a promise?”

As she slipped past him and into the passenger seat, she just heard him say, “I guarantee it.”

“From now until the time we set foot back here,” Kit said once he was beside her, “You’re mine, only. No phones. No assignments. Just us, as it should be.”

Smiling, Luna didn’t argue, not even a little.