I barely slept after receiving the message because every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same sentence glowing across my phone.
Your father ordered your mother killed.
By morning, the words had become a weight inside my chest and I couldn't decide whether I wanted to believe them or destroy whoever had sent them.
I sat on the edge of Knox's bed while the shower ran behind the bathroom door and I stared at my hands because they were shaking even though I had survived gunfights without feeling this helpless.
The door opened and Knox stepped out while drying his hair but he stopped when he saw me.
"You haven't slept." He said and I shook my head.
"I need to talk to Vincent." I said and Knox immediately understood.
"Not alone." He said.
"I don't want a f*****g escort." I said.
"I'm n
