When I reached her building, I didn’t bother with pleasantries. I pushed past the men stationed outside her door and barged in, my anger barely contained. Grace was in the living room, her eyes widening in surprise and then narrowing in defiance as she saw me.
“What the hell were you thinking?” I demanded, my voice echoing through the room.
She stood up, crossing her arms over her chest. “I was thinking that I’m tired of being a sitting duck, Nico. I’m tired of waiting for someone else to fix my problems.”
I took a step closer, my fists clenched at my sides. “You blew up a building, Grace! Do you have any idea what kind of heat that brings down on us?”
Her chin jutted out stubbornly. “It was an old building, Nico. No one was inside. I made sure of that.”
“That’s not the point!” I shou
