Luca sat back in his chair, his gaze never leaving hers “Oh, we have no doubt of that guerriera.”That had just slipped out, but she was most certainly a warrior no matter what language you used to address her as one.“But there is more at stake here than we can tell you, so please, just trust us for now.”
She didn’t like that, he could tell from the way her grip tightened on the mug.“And Grant Havelock?”
“He crossed that line we just spoke about, and we have been on him for a while,” Luca said.“And because you saw part of what he is doing—and because you ran and were smart as hell to bring evidence with you—you’re under our protection now.”
“For how long?”
Luca still met her gaze.“As long as it takes.”
She studied their faces.Three men who didn’t flinch.Didn’t soften the truth.
“Do I get a choice?”she asked.
“Yes,” Mateo said immediately.“You always get a choice, Mara.”
“And if I walk?”
Mateo shrugged.“We won’t stop you.”
Kol added, “We’ll still keep an eye out for you, though.It’s a nasty habit we have.”
Mara exhaled slowly.
“I don’t like being in the dark,” she said.
Luca nodded.“Neither do we.”
She looked down at her hands, then back up.
“Okay,” she said.“Then tell me what happens next.”
Luca felt something settle into place.
Not relief.
Commitment.
