At the airport corridor, Veil reluctantly said goodbye to Anna—her face hidden behind oversized sunglasses, a mask, and a scarf. Only the reflective lenses gave any hint of emotion.
Back in the car, Veil rolled down the window, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and exhaled a swirl of smoke into the air. He rubbed the faint mark Anna had left on his neck, encouraging the blood flow.
It would fade soon enough.
Kai was behind the wheel of the Bentley, driving slowly. With Anna no longer in the passenger seat, the tension that had lingered in the car evaporated.
He glanced at the rearview mirror, grinning as he gave Veil a thumbs-up.
