Piper's POV
It's been three days since I last heard from him.
Three days since I watched him get shot during a live broadcast.
The house is still being guarded to the teeth. Every corner literally breathes a hive of armed men and for weird reasons, they've managed to confine me to my bedroom.
I stared at the plate of food on my bedside table and a small hiss just slipped out of my mouth.
My hands folded right under my breasts as I threw my face away from it. For the past three days, Lucille has resorted to trying to force food down my throat instead of letting me out like I'd been asking.
I couldn't stop thinking about him.
About everything I saw on that broadcast. The trifling war between Ethan and Jace. The way both men stared at each other like they were one bullet each, a
