27
Vigil
My cell dinged, and I peeled an eyelid up.
Mila wasn’t beside me.
I sat up abruptly, my head jerking toward the bathroom. The door hung open, the lights off.
“Mila?” I hollered while grabbing my cell.
Wildcat: He escaped.
“Goddamnit all to f*****g hell.” I scrubbed a hand down over my face, knowing exactly what she’d meant. I put through a call rather than text a reply.
“Vigil.”
“You okay?” I asked, climbing out of bed and grabbing my jeans off the floor.
“Yeah.” Her voice shook—a nice, little lie.
“What’d that fucker Pritt say?”
“Says we have nothing to worry about.”
“Bullshit.” I yanked up my jeans and strode into the bathroom to take care of business, not giving a s**t I was on the phone. “I can protect you in ways the agency can’t. Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
A rus
