Arwen sighed as she strolled up her driveway late Saturday afternoon. She’d spent the night at Bellona helping the girls who were working the overnight shift track a couple of missing girls in LA and then sending out a team to recover them.
Then she’d gone down to the Bellona barracks in the middle floors of the building and spent a couple of hours on a cot getting extraordinarily little sleep. When she’d gotten up, she went to the women’s center and after Cat finished teaching her self-defence class, they had brunch and Arwen confided in her what had happened.
Cat had been pissed and then ecstatic at how she’d escaped the mafia don. She’d clapped exuberantly and said she was going to make a point to swing by the hotel just to see the heights she’d dealt with. Cat also confirmed she woul
