“Because he wasn’t here.” She snickers. “I’ll make sure— f**k!”
She cuts off, staring at the phone, as two more vehicles pull up to the outer limit of light bathing the driveway.
“f**k. f**k. f**k!” Tara barks out and swipes her gun off the bathroom vanity. “Stay here. I’m going downstairs.”
“What?” I grab her forearm.
“There are only eighteen people here. Relja sent the rest as a backup to Naos when Misha called half an hour ago. It seems like the attack there must have been a distraction. We’re stretched too thin, even with the advantage of being fortified inside.”
“I’m coming with you,” I say.
“Not happening.”
“But—”
“You told me you could never shoot at anyone, Sienna.” She fixes me with an unwavering stare. “You can’t help. Stay put.”
With those words, Tara dashes ou
