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I give Liesel a look of preparation

She grabs onto the door, and we both lower our s

And then I sling us around

I ai at the tires I hit the first beforethat it has already been blown out by Liesel Then we both start shooting at the driver

The et a return shot off before I’as

“Is it over?” Phoenix says from the floor as Liesel and I roll up our s

I glance in the rearview mirror; the car behind us has stopped I look to Liesel, who purses her lips and lets out a slow breath She’s always said she doesn’t belong in this world and that she hates firing a gun She hates the violence, but she fits in better than she will ever admit

“Yes, the car isn’t following us anymore,” I reply

“Good,” Phoenix pants next to me Her hair is disheveled, and her forehead is sweaty Now I’ to be the least dangerous thing we go through

The rest of the drive is uneventful as I pull up to the tar

“Huntress, go into the jet and tell them we’ll be ready to take off in five minutes I need to talk to Dunn here”

Liesel hesitates as she opens the door, but then she cliun like most women would a purse, completely at ease with herself She’s turned into ato do whatever it takes to protect her child—fucking finally

Phoenix carefully watches Liesel climb the steps into the jet

“We’re on the same side,” I say

Phoenix pulls the visor down and starts blotting underneath her eyes, where her mascara has run She pinches her cheeks and then runs her hand through her hair before she faceseyes