Three weeks later, Six found herself in Mongolia. It was a nice country. She could admit to herself that she loved it.
It was a beautiful day, cold and crisp. Furs lined her throat. Her leather jacket was heavy and warm. A gun pressed against her ribs, slung tight in a new shoulder holster.
Joseph sat beside her on a motorcycle. It was a Russian model, lightweight, but sturdy enough for two. Good for cross-country riding, unless they decided to buy horses. Unlikely. The animals did not seem to like Six. She blamed the poison still in her blood.
"Life is good," Joseph said.
"Yes," Six said. "Do you think Ying has been able to use the information that was on the recording?"
"I would think so." He hesitated. "Regrets about leaving your old life?"
"Not really," she said. "I am making a new one."
"In a spectacular way, I might add."
"For a vampire."
Joseph shrugged, but she could feel concern on the edge of his thoughts. "You're only part of those creatures."
"Enough, I think."
"Perfect, just the way you are." Joseph held out his hand. "I've said it before, and I'll say it again. What a team we make, Six."
"Yes." Six trailed her fingers down his chest. "And what will we do next, as a team? I am a wanted woman. You are a wanted man. We cannot ever go back."
"China is a big country, but it's not as big as the world. We'll manage." He patted the back of his motorcycle. "Ready?"
Six hesitated for a moment, gazing down at the valley below her. The land could swallow the sky with its vastness: green and brown and full of lush curves that idled like the clouds.
No walls, anywhere in sight.
Six turned around. Joseph was watching her, a question in his eyes. She kissed him, long and slow, and slid behind him on the motorcycle.
"I want one of these," she said. "I want to fly on this land."
"We'll fly together," he said.
And they did.