CHAPTER 33
GRACE
“Are you sure you’ll be safe here?” Mya asked, glancing around Ian’s house. “Daniel obviously wants Ian dead. Who’s to say he won’t kill you in the process?”
I watched Ian and Reed through the window, separating the individual cameras they were going to place around the house. “Ian’s more prepared than you think,” I said. She knew about Ian being an FBI agent, but she had no clue he was an assassin. It was Ian’s secret and I wasn’t going to tell anyone.
“Still,” Mya murmured, concern etched in her voice. I joined her on the couch and she passed me a glass of iced tea. “Doesn’t it scare you?”
I shrugged and took a sip of my drink. “A little, but we can’t hide away for the rest of our lives.” It’d been two weeks, and still no sign of Daniel.
“I guess you’re right.” Sig
