Leone
Sleep evades me tonight, my mind alive with thoughts about the Russians and their next move. The knowledge I have a traitor in my midst gnaws at me; the warehouse was a recent acquisition, its ownership known only to a select few and my family. Someone close to me has been feeding information to them, and I can’t shake off the feeling it’s someone in our inner circle.
As I lay here with Fallon nestled between Milo and myself, her soft whimper pulls me from my thoughts. She kicks in her sleep, stirring restlessly. I roll over to give her space, ready to wake her when she settles again. Her eyes remain closed, oblivious to me facing her. I watch her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her even in sleep, she’s beautiful.
Milo’s arm wraps around Fallon, pulling her closer to him as
