Chapter Twenty-Five
My heart hammers throughout the cab ride, which seems to drag on forever.
Great. I’m scared unless I’m in a bulletproof limo. It’s official. I’ve drunk Nero’s Kool-Aid.
My phone dings.
It’s a text from Nero.
Let me know as soon as you are home.
I guess he realized the same thing I did—that or he just misses bossing me around.
No one has tried to kill me by the time we pull up to the curb, which makes me feel relieved yet perversely disappointed.
It’s not just Nero who doesn’t want me; apparently, even the would-be assassin is over me by now.
Assuming it’s me they were after.
Still, when I reach the new bulletproof apartment door, I exhale a big breath of relief.
Once inside, I take out my phone and send Nero a terse reply.
“Sasha,” Fluffster says excitedly i
