"Flair, listen to me. You have to realize that this comes with the territory, but I don't think this is related to you being a Grant. At least not entirely" Knox said "and I get that you're afraid..." he trailed off as I gave him a look so full of bitterness that he recoiled in shock.
"Do you?" I asked him sourly "Do you Knox? Do you know that I still see Brady's face as I shot him dead right in front of me? That I can still feel his hands all over me, even when I force it back so that I can be intimate with my husband?" my voice was matter of fact "or that I still see poor Myles's face as he's shot in the parking lot and left bleeding on the ground?"
"We failed you, we know that now, but..."
"But what?" I shouted, patting Roscoe "It's not any safer is it? Sam's dead, we're at the Gran
