The day was long, and I was ready to get home. My workout with Jared left me exhausted and in desperate need of a shower. He was pushing me harder, to beat all the pain, fear, and anxiety that consumed me out and into the pads and the bag.
It helped a lot, and I was thankful for another physical release, but it didn’t change the truth. Marconi was coming for us.
In the back of my mind, I’d been working on a contingency plan—a getaway. Working it out in real life without them finding out was harder than I imagined. Who could I trust, and of those few, who wasn’t being watched?
When I stepped into our condo, dread washed over me.
Silent.
Black.
Nothing.
“Lila?”
I closed and locked the door behind me, then set my bag down. Silence remained. Her car was in the parking lot, so I knew sh
