“Don’t worry about him,” Damion said dismissively. “He’ll be fine.”
She could scarce believe her ears. “You’re daft,” she managed. “They’ll kill him as well!”
“Killing your grandfather is the last thing Albert will do,” he said seriously.
“But why would they keep him alive if they were willing to kill me?”
“Leverage,” he said. “They believe you know too much about things you apparently shouldn’t, which is why they want you dead. If you flee, they’ll want you to come back here so they can, again, see you dead.” He shrugged. “Leverage.”
She felt something slide down her spine. “How would you possibly know that? Are you in league—”
He shook his head sharply. “I don’t know your uncle, but I know his type very well.”
“But I can’t leave my grandfather,” she said firmly. “I have a respo
