17. Best friend.
Hours have passed, and Reid still hasn’t walked through that door.
I’m nervous.
Maybe even a little paranoid.
But after the drama he made because Katarina showed up at the house, I can’t stop thinking that maybe he’s right and someone followed her.
What if they hurt him again?
What if it was an ambush?
What if…?
“He’s fine,” Katarina murmurs, sitting on the couch.
I look at her.
“We don’t know that.”
“No one followed me, I promise.”
“Katarina, those men almost killed him last time,” I tell her. “Reid took almost a month to recover. Those people are dangerous.”
“Willa, I know,” she nods. “But no one followed me, I was really careful. Besides, I don’t think anyone suspects that I know anything. I’ve kept up the ruse with Killian, pretending he’s Reid.”
I sit at
