Rave watched as Ary fiddled around his loft, reorganizing all of his furniture and belongings. She was on edge, and it showed.
It had been three days since their little surprise party in Boulder. In those three days, Ary had barely spoken a full sentence at once to him. She hardly ever looked his way, and would flinch and bolt to the other side of the room whenever he got too close to her.
She had said she had no idea what the morbid present was about, but he knew she was lying. Whoever Michael was, he wasn't after the Hollingers, he was after Ary. That was just one more thing for Rave to worry about.
He needed to get things settled with Christian as quickly as possible so that he could focus on Ary's safety. His heart tightened painfully in his chest whenever he thought about something
