Zella
I couldn’t sit still.
Isaiah was still out there somewhere, dealing with whoever had tried to kill him. I pushed my face into my palms, replaying the whole scene in my mind.
What if he had been stabbed? God, I could have lost him. The day had been a total roller coaster.
I curled my knees on the bed, biting at my lip.
“How does he live like this?”
No wonder he was always on edge, always watching his back. How many times had someone come for him before this? I remembered Oliver mentioning an assassin, and we had pretty much ran from Greece because our suite was broken into.
My mind went back to the attacker. The bald head man from Uncle Charlie's birthday party. Why would he attack Isaiah? If my speculations were right, he had attacked my father as well. None of this made
