–Livana–
It's cold. The rain is pouring. I'm freezing, and yet this man is still asleep—half-naked. The cold doesn't bother him at all. I shook him. Since I'm blind… or pretending to be, I still have to depend on him.
"Hmm," he grumbled, turning away from me.
"Turn off the damn AC," I hissed.
He lazily reached for the remote by the bedside and switched it off. Then he turned on the ceiling fan—useless, because it barely moved. I slipped out of bed carefully and reached for my phone. Damon promised me his tracers would work their asses off to find every assassin. The data gets sent to my Pawns through the system, with Logan's help.
"Livana, let's sleep more," he mumbled.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"I don't give a fuck. Get your ass back here."
