“You just didn’t tell me anything,” I replied. “That is the same thing.”

“I didn’t want you to be an accomplice.”

“I was your wife,” I said. “I was already an accomplice the moment I took your name.”

I took a step closer, the scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of wet wool and gun oil.

“I wanted to share your burdens, Adrian.”

“Some burdens are too heavy for you,” he said, his voice dropping.

“You don’t get to decide what I can carry.”

I took his hand, his skin rough and cold against mine.

“You thought that if you showed me your weakness, I would leave you.”

He didn’t pull his hand away, but his fingers remained stiff.

“And yet, I left because you showed me nothing at all.”

He looked down at our joined hands, his chest rising and falling slowly.

“Leo Vance knows how I think,” Adrian said quietly, changing the subject.

“Then he knows you’re hiding.”

“He doesn’t know where.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

He didn’t answer immediately.