CHAPTER 36
THE ASSISTANT
Sleep?
Sleep was impossible, for me anyway. Brax had drifted off almost immediately, his arms wrapped around me, but I just couldn’t stay still. Did I have restless legs syndrome? My feet felt as if there were ants scuttling under my skin.
When Brax rolled over, one arm flung out to the side, I took advantage of my new-found freedom to go breathe some fresh air on the balcony. Well, it was more of a terrace, but on the second floor. A walkway ran underneath, and just in case anyone got the urge to do laundry, there was a drying rack with—
I froze.
Someone was out there.
I heard the quiet crunch of footsteps on gravel, the murmur of voices.
My mouth began to open, ready to scream, but then I realised the voices were female.
Who was in the yard?
I leaned ov
