Chapter 22: The Shadow Strikes
I don’t sleep on the flight back.
Bella does — head on my shoulder, breathing soft and even, one hand curled protectively over her stomach even in sleep. I keep my arm around her the whole time, like if I let go for a second the world might snatch her away again.
The photo is still burned into my brain.
Bella asleep in our bed.
Red laser dot on her belly.
“You protected her once. Try again.”
Someone was inside the penthouse.
Inside our f*****g home.
While I was bleeding out on a rooftop, while Bella was holding my life together in a hospital waiting room, someone slipped past every layer of security Marcus built and took that photo.
I don’t know who yet.
But I will.
And when I do, there won’t be a body left to identify.
We land at 5:47 a.m. local
