Tragos liked it here, too. Not just here in Hawaii, not just here in bed with Marcie, but here, in this life he was carving out of the world for himself. Power and possibility and sex. Things that it had been worth the fight to obtain. Worth the sacrifice (Hey. It had been him or Andre.) Worth the risk.
Tragos put his phone down on the bedside table, and curled his arm around the back of her head when he kissed her back.