Clara was pissed off. Really pissed off. She wanted Elian’s head on a pike on full display for the world to see what happens when you piss an assassin off. He had disappeared as soon as she was rushed to hospital and hadn’t been seen since. Two weeks. Two whole weeks since she had been shot coming out of her mother’s sentencing. Two weeks since he had sat with her in the ambulance, tears in his eyes apologizing because his life kept putting her in danger. Two weeks since he promised her, he would make sure she was never in danger because of him again. Two weeks since he’d kissed her goodbye.
She took her cellphone and hurled it across the room bouncing off the wall and smashing into bits. Beatrice stuck her head through the office door at the sound and winced. “Still hasn’t called?”
“And
