The familiar weight of it on her hip is the only feeling she trusts. And that he will chase her to the ends of the world. That is, until they end up running into each other in a safe house. And instead of being just a tool for killing each other, the black blade turns out to be the line connecting their past, present and uncertain future.

"There you were. Standing with your pink blouse, gazing through the books on the bookshelf. Looking for a specific book. You fixed your apron and looked at me with that radiant smile. Then you murmured your first words to me."