Till death tear us part. That’s what Ghost swore years ago, his hands clasped in Anon’s. Now, the sentence seems to need a change; Till I kill you and tear us apart. Ghost’s gaze narrowed under the mask, watching Anon across the long table. He had a deadline. Two days, Ghost. You know what to do. He wasn’t sure he could kill his partner. The silence continued, and Ghost ate, his gaze burning into Anon.