In the limo, Gage wasn’t fully trusting in this recent change in her. He watched her intently as Isis looked out the window at the passing cars. Something was up, and he needed to get to the bottom of it.

“What’s the deal, Isis? Two days ago, you begged me to let you out of Justice. Now you're being overly nice and offering to help me in other areas of work too. What gives?” He leaned back with a frown while tapping on the door’s armrest.

“I just had a lot of time to think. I can be a handful, I know. I also know I was rude the other...