And Katya Romanov, no, Katya Kane, walks into her rebirth, hand in hand with me.
Not a prisoner.
Not a pawn.
But a queen made of ash and vengeance.
And I will follow her anywhere she leads.
Outside these walls, the world is still a battlefield. But right now, wrapped in his arms, it feels a little less cruel.
Because he’s not Echo, the commander.
Not Echo, the weapon.
He’s just him.
And somehow… he’s mine.