breath, he pulled. The chain fell from his neck.
He stood there, the symbol of his bondage stretched across his open palms. With a smile he let it coil to the floor.
Kara’s hands wrapped around his forearm. “We did it,” she whispered.
“You did it,” he murmured back.
Her sister bent and plucked the length of chain from the floor. “You think this might be worth something?”
Still staring down at Kara, Risk replied, “You keep it. I have everything I need right here.” Then he scooped Kara into his arms and shimmered out of the bar.
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