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Saint chortled on the phone alongside him.
"Why did I even bother?"
Lock stopped me then. "Because you're worried. If you haven't done anything yet, don't worry about it. Just put the cork back in the bottle and back away slowly. Be the bodyguard she needs, because before the dust settles on this one, it's only going to get more dangerous. And she will be caught in the crossfire."
Nissa
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My stomach twisted in knots as I turned to Amelia and asked her, “Are we really doing this?” Knowing what the answer would be, yet still racked with anticipation.
After grabbing a few things from the flat, I'd come to the library. Westin hadn’t liked what I was doing at all. He wanted to meet her, but I told him it wasn't the best idea. So instead, he stood guard at one of the music rooms while I paced around.
“You came to me. You wanted justice for what your father has done to you. This is part of that reckoning. All I'm asking you to do is to go to the event with your father and wear the glasses we provide. That's all. Nothing else. I will have agents there that will handle the dangerous things.”
“From what you’re telling me, just being there is dangerous.”
She sighed then stepped in front of me, placing her hands on my shoulders. She was slightly taller than me with a lean athletic build and gentle curves. Her slim braids we're held back from her face in one massive braid.
She had the kind of bone structure that was reserved for models and completely poreless medium brown skin.
“I'm scared.”
She nodded slowly. “You should be afraid. The people your father has dealings with are the stuff of nightmares, and we need to eradicate them for good.”
I shuddered, but I attempted to look brave and meet her gaze. “Okay, so I need to go to the Bedford gala without my security detail.”
She slowly nodded her head in agreement. “Your bodyguard won't be necessary. But don't worry, we have our people infiltrating the guest list, so you will be safe. All I need you to do is be our eyes and ears and identify anyone you recognize.”
She moved over to the table and opened a folder. “Obviously, if you see this man, don't ask questions. Just confirm the sighting and move on. But otherwise, anyone you recognize from your father’s circles, we need identified.”
“It just seems a lot to go through to not have me do anything.”
“You are doing something. You will stand and nod and smile and shake hands and air kiss. And you’ll listen. Every little nuanced piece of conversation, you'll be there and record. That's all you have to do. Hell, maybe you'll even get a dance out of it.”
“The last thing I want to do is dance. I just want my father behind bars.”
“And we'll get there. First, we need you at the Bedford gala.”
I could do this.
I stood there and nodded, but I was far from secure in that knowledge. The only thing keeping my grip on sanity in place was imagining the look on my father's face.
My mother used to say that the most powerful weapon of all was invisibility. “In that case, it looks like I'm going to need a dress. And please, tell me I'm going to get some super-secret Mr. & Mrs. Smith style weapons.”
She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Sorry to say, that's not real spy craft. Spy craft is boring. Spy craft is a lot of listening. And you might just be our most dangerous asset yet.”
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Nissa
By the time we returned from the library, I was knackered.
Westin had me pack my things and said for the time being we would be staying at the loft. The scene of the dry humping crime.
Okay, maybe he hadn’t said that exactly.
I couldn’t lie, I loved the loft. Hardwood floors, cozy atmosphere, art on the walls. Was this where he lived when he wasn't attached at the hip to me? I had no idea my father paid so well.
