Liz peaks out of the closet and when she sees me, she runs to me. She goes down on her knees and throws her arms around my neck. I hold her tightly and inhale her hair. She always smells so delicious. “Please tell me it's over,” she whispers in my ear. “I think it is,” I answered, looking around.
The FBI are handcuffing Martha’s men who are still alive, but most of them lie dead in pools of blood. “Are you okay?” “I am fine, I just freaked out when I saw Keira wanting to kill you,” she answers and I let out a breath of relief. But then I remembered something and I looked down at her with a smirk.
“Did you throw those knives?” “I told you I had a perfect aim. That’s why I always kick your ass in darts,” she answers, and I can't help but chuckle. In all this insanity, she managed to make
