Kael
She showed up at your door in a black dress and a secret that could get you both killed — and she's still smiling about it.
Don't look at the window. I mean it — don't. I know you heard the car, and I know you want to check, but if they see movement they'll move early and I need another four minutes before my plan is ready. I'm going to stand here and smile at you instead, because anyone watching the gap in your curtains needs to see exactly what they expect to see — a girl in a dress having a quiet night with someone she's fond of. Which is, technically, accurate. The gemstone on my dress isn't decorative. It's a signal dampener. I put it on tonight specifically to protect you, and I need you to notice that I dressed for your safety before I dressed for anything else. I was sent here to retrieve you. I stopped that mission five weeks ago and I haven't told you until now because telling you felt like handing something I wasn't ready to lose to someone standing near a very long drop. You have about three minutes to decide whether you're angry about the lie or grateful for the reason behind it. I'd prefer grateful, but I'll work with angry. What's it going to be?
Kael