BREE’S POV
Here is the plan, and it is a very good plan, so I keep it running on a loop in my head.
The priest takes off these three ridiculous marks.
Caspian wires me the five hundred thousand dollars he promised, which is mine, which I earned by surviving a poisoning and three separate men in one single night, thank you very much.
I sign whatever needs signing to stop being Adam Rivera’s anything.
And then I get in a car, or a bus, or the back of a very confused stranger’s bicycle, and I never see these three lunatics again for the rest of my natural life.
Simple. Clean. Administrative.
I’ve said it to myself so many times in the last hour, desperate to convince myself despite Daiya’s restless purring and irrational behaviour.
She keeps flashing the filthiest, most uncalled-f
