Arwen sat at the kitchen table in the safehouse and grimaced at Jesse, Cat, and Isabella. Zoya was in the shower and Corry was taking a much-needed sleep as she’d been one of the girls on the overnight shift. Bliss, Naomi, and Lolita had all left as soon as Jesse’s team had arrived site to take over.
Her emotions were raw, but she was ignoring the questioning glances of Cat and Jesse and instead was focused on reviewing the intel Isabella had brought to them to go through.
It was nine in the morning. She’d been up since five. She’d done a workout. Had met with Clara at the women’s shelter and had sparred for an hour and even still her nerves were frayed. She needed to engage in target practice, preferably on nasty rich men who stole girls. She reviewed the information for what felt like
