"Julian you better be safe or I'll kill you myself" I smile looking at the phone
Julian's eyes on the screen soften for a fraction of a second, the icy professional mask faltering at the sound of my voice.
The wind whips his hair across his forehead, and in the background, I can hear the distant, rhythmic thud-thud-thud of a helicopter or heavy machinery.
"Nova," he says, his voice losing its edge, becoming low and resonant. A ghost of a smirk touches his lips-the first real sign of life I've seen in him all night. "Threatening to kill a hitman for his own safety? You really are your father's daughter."
He looks deeper into the camera, his gaze burning through the digital connection. "We're safe. Ezra is already in the armoured jeep t, and I'm ten minutes behind. But if you want to k
