"And we get to finally kill that greasy bastard. It will be a great day. I have that good bottle of Prosecco set aside for killing him. We will drink it together later." Fleur kissed her wife a final time and pulled her duffel out of the trunk, looking up at the fire escape. "If you need me, I’ll be up there." She gestured upward with her chin. "Don’t worry I’ll be watching over you."