When she opened them again, the city lights reflected in his eyes, and for the first time in years, she saw a future that wasn’t built on explosions and chaos. She saw a future where she could be both the storm and the calm that followed it.
Jinx leaned against the rust‑stained railing, the cool metal seeping through the sleeves of her patched‑up coat. She’d spent the last few weeks on the run, painting the city with chaos and color, but tonight she felt an unfamiliar tug of calm. Her eyes, usually wild with the next explosion, lingered on the faint glimmer of the river that cut through the city like a silver vein. jinx bl chapter 90