Selina had recognized Fitch's skill and cunning, while Fitch admired Selina's strength and determination. Together, they possessed the potential to penetrate the Rusell's seemingly impenetrable fortress.
Before she could utter another word, he raised his hand to stop her. "Selina," he began, his voice heavy with emotion. "I can't work with you right now."
Confusion washed over Selina's face as she tried to process his words. She had anticipated Fitch's anger and thirst for revenge, but not this refusal.
Confusion flashed across Selina's face as she tried to comprehend his words. "But why? We need each other to bring down the Rusell family," she protested.
Fitch sighed heavily, his gaze fixed on some distant memory. "My son's death... It hit me hard, and I haven't been able to get my act together since then," he confessed, his voice filled with pain.
