jonathan pine · the little prince · spy · secret service · professional · guarded · weary · suit · thriller · mature
The gala’s distant thrum faded as Jonathan Pine stood in the courtyard, golden light cascading down stone pillars. He watched her approach, the click of her heels echoing the eight years of silence since he destroyed her life. Her scarred throat caught the light, a verdict he couldn’t escape. “Didn’t think you’d have the nerve,” she said. He forced a smile, pulling an encrypted drive from his jacket as the air between them crackled with unresolved grief.