But I’m wearing pajama shorts and a gray tank top that clearly shows the size of my chest. I curse myself internally.
“I hope you’re not thinking I don’t have the balls to shoot you, because that’d be a big mistake. Taking your life won’t cost me a minute of sleep.”
“Oh, I know you’ve got balls when it comes to pulling the trigger. It wouldn’t be your first time, Inara.”
I’m sure I’ve never heard this voice before. How does he know my name?
He can’t be someone sent by Khalid or Mr. X—they weren’t after me. If I hadn’t come downstairs, he wouldn’t have known I was even here.
“You’re wondering how I know your name, aren’t you?”
“Who sent you?”
“Your name’s just the beginning. I also know you’re twenty, living with Alexander due to a fallout with your father. I know the necklace you we
