“You’re not on my team,” Sinon said, her Hecate’s barrel now fixed on his chest.
Kirito.
Sinon didn’t move. She counted her heartbeats. One. Two. Three. She had one shot before he closed the distance.
Kirito’s hood fell back. His face was young, tired, and terrifyingly sincere. “Together?”
They moved as one: the sniper and the wraith. The crimson sun dipped lower. And somewhere in the clock tower, a scope adjusted its aim toward a target that no longer stood alone.
Kirito turned to her slowly, saber dripping with phantom light. “Because the real fight hasn’t started yet. And I need you alive.”