Chapter 10

Charli

“No.” The calm that had settled over me, lulling me into the coma that Chelsea had warned me about, disappeared. “I don’t want you to go.”

Nox’s brow furrowed. “You’ll be safe. You’re staying here.”

Reaching for the sheets, I pulled them up to my breast and sat against the headboard. Indignation rose. “No. You said we don’t know who the target was. You can’t go to Washington. That’s where you're supposed to be. If you go there, you could be walking into a trap.”

Lying beside me, Nox lifted his arm and covered his eyes with his bicep. It was then I realized he was still wearing his white silk shirt. His tie was gone and I suspected that his pants were somewhere buried in the mountain of blankets, yet his shirt was pristinely white—albeit wrinkled—in the darkened room.

“That’s why you’re staying here,” he said.