*Jared*
There was a point in my life when returning from a bounty hunt was met with raucous abandonment. Parties were held for days, drinks seemed bottomless, and the celebrations were lively and unending, at least until our crew had to set off again.
It wasn’t like that now, at least not for me. I felt the strain of what had been a two-week long journey just to locate the man we’d been paid to kill as I sat down at my desk in my study, letting the fatigue inch its way up my legs.
I was young. It shouldn’t be this way. But I was on borrowed time. I’d gone too hard, done too much. Rescuing Eliza, who clearly believed she did not need saving, hadn’t made things easier, that was for damn sure.