"I thought I'd find you in here."
Rather than turn to look at Diogo, I glare forward into the basin of ripe tomatoes I'm picking. "It was a pretty good guess considering I'm on house arrest."
"For good reason, Taran." He approaches my back, but I still don't turn around. "Less than two weeks ago you were kidnapped."
"Yes, and my kidnapper is dead," I say irritably, blowing a strand of red hair from my face. "I'm perfectly safe now."
"You aren't safe." His voice takes on a stern note, an unyielding tone that tells me he won't give on this issue no matter what I say. "No one is safe right now. The city is exploding with protests and riots. Violent outbursts are cropping up all over the place. A part of the wall was set alight yesterday. There's no telling how bad this can get; I can't ha
