Every shadow?—
Every movement outside the door?—
Had me watching.
Thinking.
I sat there icing my shoulder, drink in hand, smoke drifting through the room.
Knowing one thing for sure?—
I needed a hospital.
Bad.
But I wasn’t going.
Not like this.
Not when somebody just tried to kill me.
I stayed up.
Watching the city.
Waiting.
Paranoid…
But alive.
CHAPTER 63
Ares
“We Move Different Now”
The jet touched down in LA midday.
I didn’t waste time heading to the black Maybach waiting for me on the runway.
Tommy already told me where he was.
Ritz-Carlton.
Top floor.
Ducked off.
Smart.
On the walk through the private entrance at the Ritz, my mind drifted for a second?—
Not to the explosion.
To Yuna.
The way she stood in my room, arms crossed, calling me out like she had a right to.
