35. Sixth sense.
Willa.
I glance over my shoulder, where Reid is still talking to that woman… Jordan. There’s something about her I don’t like, though I can’t pinpoint exactly what it is.
“I don’t like her either,” Katarina says, slipping off her heels so she can walk more freely on the sand.
“What did she tell you to make you bring her?”
“She practically threatened me. She said she would be Henrick’s replacement and that she knew everything. That if we didn’t want everyone in danger, I had to bring her to talk to Reid.”
“Jordan Lennox,” I murmur her name, feeling uneasy. It’s like meeting someone you know will change your life, but not for the better.
Katarina and I stop until the waves gently lap at our feet, and I smile at the serene expression she adopts while here.
“Do you lik
