Kaito answered with a fearful look, none of it faked, and hid all his relief when Absinthe moved away. It was his chance. He waited until Absinthe's head was buried in one cabinet standing as far from Kaito as the agent ever would be....

Before he bolted.

Grasping his broken arm tight against his chest with his right hand, he leaped off the bed. The blanket fell away from his naked form but he didn't care. It was now or never.

He ran out the door and kept running, never turning to look back.