Leo’s POV
After the man went, the warehouse was eerily still; Becky and I were left alone with just our thoughts—and the menacing threat seemed to be breathing down our necks.
Becky walked, her forehead wrinkled in contemplation. I studied her. Her eyes still showed terror, not lessened since this all began, but there was also something else there now: willfulness. I understood that glance. It was the same one she would have chosen to face The Broker head-on instead of fleeing as I had advised.
Even if it scared me occasionally, I had always loved her fire. No matter the cost, she never yielded from a battle. Nonetheless, this time... Neither of us knew, either, if we were ready for what lay ahead.
She broke the quiet with a quick "We cannot trust him." She stopped pacing and turned to
