"Daisy, be the bigger person," James said and let me up just as my eyes landed on a guy walking out of the house opposite us. He was wiping his greasy hands, from the motorbike, onto a rag and he looked right at me. He was tall and his hair was light, it reminded me of my own. Silver. I watched as his eyes looked from me to the police car and he frowned.
James pulled me up and span me round. "If I uncuff you will you stay where you are?" James asked.
"Only if you say please," I said and Blake walked up to me. "What the f**k is he doing here?"
"He's on the mission," Blake said lowly. "And you and Eli will both have to accept that."
When my hands were free I rubbed my wrists. "Accept that! Seriously?"
"Last time you saw each other you shot him," Blake reminded me. "I'm surprised he's no
