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.
Tara, smart as she was, had never been in the field, and Damon—he might have taken a few lessons with George but that didn't make him a killer. Besides, I couldn't do that to him.
