CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE

Three days.

That was the time we had left before the meeting with Dror and I still hadn't come up with a plan. I was stuck.

Damon and I were still awkward with each other. I couldn't bear to look him in the eyes after I saw that look on his face.

It was the first time he'd ever looked at me like that, contempt was too strong a word, but it was close. He knew about the meeting with

Dror, so the chances of me sneaking out again were below zero.

But I still couldn't face him. I gripped my hair and sighed. My gaze flicked to the clock

on the wall.

6:46am.

I stood up, my hands on my waist. It was one of the rare times I wished I had backup. If I were still working for Tony, I could count on

other agents to have my back but I was alone.