"Are we ready?" My eyes scanned the now empty room where Henri had once made his personal space. "I want to get to the airport before ten." I tapped my watch with a finger and kept my eyes trained on the man in the centre of the room. Henri was looking much better with his wound stitched up and mostly closed. The vibrancy had returned to him, much to my relief.
"Yes." He finished zipping up his suitcase and propped it up on the floor. "Are you sure this is a wise decision?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?" I ran a finger over his desk and rubbed the pads of my thumb and index finger together. "I'm taking you away from the danger. It's for the best."
"I disagree."
