ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ , sᴏ ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ . sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 2020 . ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴊᴜʟʏ 2020 .

"You trust me?" he asked, eyes turning soft once they made contact. "Maj, I-I-" "I said do you trust me, Lucky?" he repeated, voice hard. "...yes," she breathed out, and his next words came without hesitation, sending a chill down her spine. "Then shoot."