Daynara
I look down at my Kevlar suit and smile. I feel like such a badass. Especially when Logan hands me a weapon, I expertly load it before he can give me instructions. The impressed look on his face boosts my confidence.
“Where did you learn to do that?” he asks.
“I took classes after leaving Père’s home. I figured I’d be prepared if he ever came after me. I also took self-defense classes,” I answer.
His brows arch approvingly, “That’s smart. You’re a very strong woman.”
I beam at his compliment, “Thanks. That means a lot to me.”
His lip quirks, “I’m glad you and Nicholas are finally together again. He’s a good man,” he looks at the monitor showing Nicholas and the others slowing slinking to the mansion, “When he first came to work for me, he was so closed off that my wife, Bell
