A grin blooms on April’s face. “Yes, pakhan.”
“Look at you. You finally learned how to say it.”
She flips her hair, preening at the praise. “Of course I did. I’m your future piranha.”
God, I love her. It’s absurd how often the thought keeps blindsiding me. In the smallest of things, the most insignificant moments: I love her. I never want to let her go.
Once this nightmare is over, I’m putting a ring on her finger. I don’t care if I have to drag her to the courthouse in her pajamas—I’m not waiting a f*****g month. I’m not waiting another minute.
But first, we have to get out of here.
“We need to do something about the cuffs.”
“I might have a solution to that,” April murmurs. “But we’ll need a distraction.”
“Excuse me?” Petra interjects, irritated. “Care to loop me in?”
We both tur
