“Only you could say a five thousand square foot luxury penthouse is ‘lowkey.’”
“I’ve only told a handful of people I even own it. Even fewer have been here.”
She arches her brows. “Wow. I guess I should feel flattered.”
“I’d rather you feel safe.”
She runs her green eyes over my face and then looks down at her lap, picking idly at the hem of her oversized sweatshirt with nervous fingers. “I’m starting to wonder whether anyone can be safe in your world. Gunmen showed up at a wedding rehearsal tonight. Rodion tried to kill you last week. Emily was murdered.”
I know the dangers that come with my life. Hearing Piper read the receipts still doesn’t feel great.
“There’s always a risk of violence in life. You were attacked in an alley the night we met.”
“Yeah, but you were there to save me
